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...
Bittersweet

Bittersweet

It’s that time of the year, busy with Christmas preparations, end-of-school services, speech days, and a graduation: Our eldest has finished school. Hard to believe, really, as I still think of our family as looking like this: But no, this isn’t us...
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...
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...
A Snippet from the Novel

A Snippet from the Novel

An excerpt from my novel, ‘Ida’s Children’. LEN’S CAMERA One night he came out, full as a boot and holding up a cardboard box as if it was a priceless antique. ‘I won! I won!’ he kept saying as he came over. He’d won a raffle and had a choice...
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...