Unworthiness: This is How It Starts
Earlier this year, my friend Denise Mills asked me if I'd write something for her blog about feeling 'unworthy'. The topic is something I've spent a lot of time thinking and writing about, having felt 'unworthy' for much of my life. I sent Denise a piece I wrote...
AN ANNOUNCEMENT ABOUT MY MOTHER
I've tried to avoid doing this, hoping that by ignoring my mother's attempts to intimidate and harass, she would stop. But it's reached the point where I feel I must warn people about her. I also want to stand up for myself: Nothing I've written about my mother...
The Story Behind the Story: My Great-Grandmother
In the lead-up to publication of my novel, I want to write a few posts about the inspiration for my story. Last year, I wrote about my grandfather in 'The Story Behind the Story'. In that post, I talked about how as soon I started writing my novel, my grandparents'...
A Letter to My 12-year-old Self and Having the Freedom to Imagine
This is a quick post to let everyone know where I've been writing this week: Jenn J McLeod invited me to be part of her series, 'A Letter to My Younger Self', so I wrote to my twelve-year-old self and, as it turned out, I had a fair bit...
What I Want to Write About …
Lately, each time I've sat at my computer the words haven't come and I've ended up faffing. Yet my mind is overflowing with ideas and things I want to write about. So, in the end, I pulled out my notebook and pen and made a list of all...
On Not Giving Up
This post could also be called On Failure, or On Working Hard, or On Learning Life's Lessons the Hard Way. When I was young, I spent most of each summer in our above-ground pool, swimming and jumping and tumbling and doing laps of its 20-foot length. I...
Negotiating Puberty—Parenting Reflection #3
When I was growing up, I found puberty difficult. I wasn't keen on the physical changes—I quite liked having a flat chest, hair that didn't get oily, and armpits that were hairless and didn't sweat. As a child, I hadn't felt particularly comfortable within my pale,...
Words I Needed to Write
I've spent much of this week reading Cardinal Pell's testimony at the Royal Commission. I wasn't going to write about it, but it's taken over my thoughts, and I want to show support for the survivors, who've shown courage and resilience and dignity throughout. I've...
Talking to Teenagers: How I Turned My Relationship With My Daughter Around: Parenting Reflection #2
In a blog post last year, I said I'd write a post about my second daughter and how, through her, I learnt to be a better mother. That was easier said than done, believe me. Once kids reach a certain age, it's difficult to write about them other than in...
On Not Shaming Kids: Parenting Reflection #1
This isn't the post I intended for this week, but the original one has turned into an unwieldy epic and I'm still working on it. Our second daughter finished school last year and will turn eighteen next month. This means both of our girls...
The Story Behind the Story
ON WRITING 'THE SISTERS' SONG' My novel, ‘The Sisters' Song’, has evolved and that’s the only way to describe how it came into being. It’s nothing at all like what I set out to write, and this draft, Final Draft 3.0, is very different to Final Drafts 1.0 and...
For Fathers’ Day
I wrote this piece a couple of years' ago. It's some of my early writing so please forgive the errors and simplicity! It was one of the first pieces I wrote in my own 'voice' and was published in the OOTA anthology, 'Jukebox', in 2013. In Memory of My Father...
Rewriting Mothers’ Day
I wrote and published Monday's Mothers' Day post in record time—it was done and dusted in under thirty minutes. I wrote the thoughts as they came and published it with little editing. I knew it was raw, but I knew if I thought about it too long, I might baulk....
(Un)Happy Mothers’ Day
What do you do when you dread 'Mothers' Day' coming around each year? When those words cause your insides to shrivel because all they do is remind you of the Mothers' Days of your childhood, when you hid in your bedroom, while your mother stood at the kitchen sink...
Why I Chose to Be Motherless—Part 6
This is the final instalment in this series. The first post, which is about my childhood, can be found here. You can click the links at the end of each post to follow the series to here. It seems that September is my month for writing about the...