Why I Chose to be Motherless – Part 2

Why I Chose to be Motherless – Part 2

Thank you to everyone who commented on this site or on Facebook, or who wrote to me personally after last week’s post. Your words and support mean so much. To those who contacted me because you’ve experienced similar, thank you. We can draw strength...
Versatile Blogger Award and more …

Versatile Blogger Award and more …

My dear writing friend, Maureen Helen, has nominated me for a ‘Versatile Blogger Award’. Thank you, Maureen, not just for the nomination but also for being a wonderful role model and friend.   Now, I’m meant to...
My Journey to Writing

My Journey to Writing

If someone had asked me a decade ago what I would be doing in ten years’ time, writing a novel would not have been on the list, nor on the horizon. It wasn’t even on the planet. I’d always thought of myself as Maths/Science orientated as I...
Christmas Memories

Christmas Memories

So, Christmas is over and the night has now claimed Boxing Day, too. Ah, Boxing Day, my favourite day of the year. I feel as if I can now exhale: the rush and stress of Christmas is behind me and the holidays can truly begin. I love the day so much, I could...
Part 3: And life goes on …

Part 3: And life goes on …

This is the third and final instalment in this series about my sister’s death. If you want to read the earlier instalments, click for Part 1 or Part 2. However, I pulled all three posts together as a single essay, which I called, ‘Tribute to a...
Part 3: And life goes on …

Part 2: The next few days

This is Part 2 in a series I’ve written about the death of my sister. If you wish to read Part 1, click here. I have made it easier to read by pulling all three parts together as a single essay, ‘Tribute to a Sister’. ~ My sister’s boyfriend’s...
Part 3: And life goes on …

Part 1: Friday, November 13th, 1987

*I’ve combined the three blog posts about my sister’s death into a single essay, which might be easier to read and which you can find here.  On Friday, 13th November, 1987, my sister, Fran, and I were in the thick of end-of-year exams at the...
How I learnt there were no lions in Tasmania

How I learnt there were no lions in Tasmania

  I had a few weird beliefs as a child. Some of the stranger ones were: that my grandmother was alive at the same time as Jesus; that the place where I lived constituted the whole world; and that there were about a hundred people in the world and I knew most of...
A connection to country…

A connection to country…

I read a post the other day by Sue at Whispering Gums about Place in Australian Literature and it got me thinking. I grew up in cold, rugged Tasmania, with hills on every horizon, very few sweeping plains, and very little sunburnt countryside. The Tassie...