When a Pet Dies …

When a Pet Dies …

We knew the time had come, yet it was still hard to make the decision to let her go. Ending the life of anything goes against the grain — death is final. That’s it. The end. No going back. So we kept putting it off, until we couldn’t avoid the...
Trusting My (Maternal) Instinct

Trusting My (Maternal) Instinct

I had a fairly run-of-the-mill first delivery — sixteen hour labour, overnight of course, episiotomy, forceps. Then I was rewarded with my baby, a purple bundle in my arms. Obviously we’d never met before, yet she was so familiar. And when I spoke, she...
I Still Hate the X-Box …

I Still Hate the X-Box …

I do. I hate it. I would happily give it away, throw it away, stomp all over it. Actually, I’m tempted to feed it to Gretel, our Golden Retriever pup, who has sunk her teeth into most of our household contents already. She’s chomped her way through multiple school...
Proud Mum

Proud Mum

Every now and then your kids do something that makes you proud: they spontaneously put their dishes in the dishwasher after dinner, or take their school uniform out of their bag on Friday night instead of leaving it there all weekend and pulling it out, creased...
On Squares and Pegs

On Squares and Pegs

Oh, to be round and able to fit into that hole that society has for us. Round is neat and smooth and I’m surrounded by round pegs everywhere I look—at my kids’ schools, my old work colleagues, when I go to the shops. People who can slip into the peg holes society...