Can you name anything else that you have to buy before you even see the product? And we all accept it as normal! Infernal school photos! How often have you thought, no I won’t get any this year. And then feel guilty and end up buying the whole pack. Because they’re not just photographs, they’re memories, you can’t put … Continue reading Those Infernal School Photos
The golden afternoon light shines into the living room. I love this time of day. My pattern says there should be 240 stitches by the end of the row. “Nobody talk to me for a minute,” I announce, “I’m counting.” Ah, dear. Too late now, I realise I’ve made a school girl error – never … Continue reading Mum’s Caff
“Oh dear, I think we might be lost,” says Nanna. Poppy wakes from her daydeam and turns sharply to her grandmother. The faint ghost of a smile removes any tiny spark of fear that they could be in danger. “Oh no! What are we going to do? How’ll we get home?” Poppy plays along. Nanna … Continue reading Nanna, Fanta and Withering Looks
You’ve never met my kids Don’t you think that’s odd? I flew interstate to see your new baby only weeks after she was born But I didn’t give birth did I? My kids who are not of my womb But very much of my heart, my thoughts, my all These children who I’ve dedicated my … Continue reading Don’t You Think That’s Odd?
My mother was six foot one. When she was nineteen she had fall from her horse and suffered terrible spinal injuries. After two years of rehab, she made a full recovery, to be walking. The staff would say she had a will of steel. Mother would say she had a back of steel, due to … Continue reading My Mother Was Six Foot One
The doors are permanently locked now. I ring the buzzer and we’re eventually allowed in by the security guard. Stepping inside I’m hit with the blast of fuggy air from the heat pump above the door. Even though it’s a clear warm autumn day, inside it feels like a dying sauna. The next thing to hit me … Continue reading The Doors Are Permanently Locked
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