Today I’m googling ‘how to talk to kids about the death of a pet’. I have til school finishes today to prepare. With a bit of luck, my tears may have slowed down enough that I can actually speak. Get the words out. Tell them that Daisy died today. I wrote recently about losing our … Continue reading And that’s a wrap. Thanks Daisy.
‘Of course!’ I said, ‘I can make that cake.’ We’d googled animal-themed birthday cakes. We’d used almost our entire monthly data allowance looking at animal cakes on Pinterest. Elsie chose one that had a bit of brown icing and a tiger figurine stuck on it. You beauty, I thought. But then. Just one more inch … Continue reading A leopard has spots on the outside
They say nothing teaches us more about life than death. It’s a paradox, isn’t it? Death reminds us of what’s important and beautiful in life. Lately, we’ve been slapped with a reminder to count our blessings. Sit down and count. There are many. Whatever you were whingeing about earlier doesn’t seem like such a big … Continue reading Count your blessings
‘I can’t. We’ve just got so much on right now, I’ll start next month.’ ‘I’d love to, but I’ve really got to get this done. Maybe tomorrow?’ ‘I want to, but what if it doesn’t work?’ ‘I can’t actually be bothered. I’m exhausted. I got up to the kids three times last night. Maybe I’ll … Continue reading Just start
It almost seems too strong a word. Grief. But I can’t think of any other way to describe how I felt for the entire first term of this year with both girls now at school. For the first two days of term, I was all excited, springing around the house talking about how I was … Continue reading I think I just emerged from a chrysalis
In Year 8, no amount of mousse (or gel for that matter) was giving me the tightness of the Nicole Kidman curl. So I had my hair permed. Source for photo 1: Sticky-paged photo album full of really dorky shots of my friends and I patting kangaroos on a school camp. All with the same … Continue reading Bring back the spiral perm
'If this jigsaw was easy, it wouldn’t be any fun. Because it’s a challenge, we feel really proud when we finish it.' 'Doing magic tricks isn’t easy. If it was, we’d all be magicians.' These are the types of things you’d hear if you were a fly on our lounge room wall. On Friday, I … Continue reading For all those who are wondering how my novel is going
Maeve has waited her whole life for this day. Today she started school. Last night she set out her things. A new bag, new knickers, new socks, new shoes, a new hair clip and a hand-me-down dress (that has seen a few years of school already, and quite a few kinder sessions last year too … Continue reading Mother duck said ‘Quack, quack, quack, quack.’ But none of the five little ducks came back
In one of the writing courses I did last month, I learned that there are two types of writers: plotters and pantsers. Plotters plot out their story before they start. They probably have an outline for the book, detailing the twists and turns so that they know what happens before they even write the first sentence. … Continue reading So quiet at this time of year. Not much on at all. Said no-one ever.
