This post is a bit meta. It’s written from the point of view of a writer who has just completed a month long writing project, not unlike me and this year’s NaBloPoMo 😉 When I make a commitment, I generally like to be able to honour it. It’s a flaw in my character that I…

I have been learning Spanish off and on for about a year. This week, I had a second wind and made good progress. It’s starting to make a lot more sense! The words are more familiar. I can see patterns now, emerging in the grammar. It’s starting to make sense, becoming less bewildering. Every day,…

I’m still suffering from a virus, so today’s piece is short and sweet. It’s dedicated to all the temps out there who are promised the world, and shown an atlas. The news shocked her. It wasn’t what she was expecting. Last week, they liked her. Loved her, even… and now? Now she wasn’t so sure….

I’ve been fighting off a virus since Monday. Today it got the better of me. I don’t know where it came from. Public transport, which I use regularly, is a Petrie dish, so that’s an option. A biological soup of all sorts of bacteria and viruses and fungi. Maybe I walked into someone’s cough or…

I had great difficulty organising a handyman to do some odd jobs for me recently. It took me four tries to find someone! The man who came out today was a gem. A rare man in these times Because he keeps his word. He appears in my driveway when he said he would, Early. Tardiness…

Costco has opened its doors in little old Adelaide, and my daughter took me to experience it last night. A few people have asked me to write about it…! We drive through battered, tired suburbs to the city’s latest ode to the American mega-shopping experience. It both amuses and horrifies me that rejuvenation of these…

A change of pace tonight. After watching an ABC program on abuse of the disabled, and the people who spoke out about it – with great risk to their own reputations and livelihood – I was struck by how courageous they were. I have attempted to capture my thoughts in a poem. What is this…

I was lying in bed this morning and all I could hear was the ticking of one of my wrist watches. It got me thinking about what life would be like when my daughter eventually moves out…! Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. It’s all she can hear above the quiet. The stillness has its own rhythm….

Today was stormy. Thunder. Lightning. Rain. Scared the cat kind of stormy. A nice little reminder of where human beings are in the scheme of things. The thunder was loud, like trucks crashing head-on overhead. The cat, taken by surprise, arched her back, hissed and ran for the safety of the space under the bed….

This is a continuation of the part memoir, part short story that I started on Tuesday. The smell of coconut was overpowering, cloying, but I didn’t care. I was concentrating on Russell’s hands, warm and gentle, as they rubbed the oil into my skin. My breath caught in my throat, and I realised that for…