Being only three, my recollection of nursery is patchy at best. But one thing I am certain of: I wasn’t popular. It was the 80s and Sydney suburbia so it didn’t take much to be considered socially leftfield. My dad has on occasion alluded to the possibility that the way I dressed had something to […]

In November 2012 I had a miscarriage. It feels as though I’m using the word loosely, even though technically that’s what it was. There was no drama, no blood loss, no bending over in pain. No complications of any sort. It was just one of those things – one moment it was there, and the […]

In the words favoured by almost all politicians, let me be clear: I’m not actually discussing sex with my under four. But the subject has begun to percolate in my mind as I recognise the beginnings of a certain form of curiosity in her behaviour. She had already immersed herself in all things princess, but […]

Many a time is there when I consider the Doc and I ill-suited as a couple, so different in temperament, likes and behaviours as we are. Then there are times I think we are perhaps ill-suited by virtue of some of our resounding similarities – so alike in our anxieties as we are that neither […]

Okay. So she ain’t the prettiest bowl to ever grace a table. However, I would largely attribute that to a case of poor food photography skills on my part. She is, in fact, a rather tasty and nutritious staple in our house. This is a meal my mother used to cook regularly for us, particularly […]

A few months back, I got depressed. Not blue or a little bit sad, but throw-myself-on-the-floor, weeping, screaming, bathroom-wall-punching-until-my-knuckles-bleed, jump-in-front-of-a-bus depressed. I would wake up in the morning (from not sleeping) and feel as if I was underwater, the weight of it crushing down on me. My words coming out like bubbling murmurs. An incessant […]

Originally posted on The Vacillating Mother:
Unlike the terror-filled apocalyptic dreams of late, last night’s was in some senses a little more prosaic, though not without its oddness.  The organisation I work for (in conscious life) was (in the dream) sponsoring a kind of high-brow beauty pageant – if such a thing exists.  The idea,…

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