Mix stretched his arms skyward, extending each vertebra. He opened his lips into a round flat O, scrunched up his eyes, and yawned the yawn of the bone-weary. It had been a very long night.
He looked around pleased with himself. The world was elegant, blanketed in her new downy white coat, wearing her finest crystals, ready for the grand Winter ball.
Continue reading “Winter Wonderland”
The air rolled its warm fat fingers lovingly over Sophia’s lean, supple body, caressing every inch, as she lay on her side on top of the breakfast table. Making herself as flat as possible, she stretched each limb in turn, reaching out until her muscles squealed and shuddered with the ache of effort. She felt as if her very being was melting into the wood beneath her, merging with the table, oozing into one solitary being.
Continue reading “The Unbearable Hotness of being (with apologies to Milan Kundera)”
Mathaiamma shuffled away with a troubled mind, one foot dragging sluggishly behind her, her sari pulled across her nose and mouth to stop the choking dust she was kicking up, wisps of white hair escaping the confines of material. Her every movement was laboured now, her body weakened and battered and broken by the grinding civil war.
Continue reading “Indelible”
This post from the extraordinary Ijeoma Oluo deals with her personal experience of nearly losing her beautiful, clever, loving, sensitive son.
This is a story we all need to read.
Continue reading “Her Honest Life: You’re Lucky If They Act Out”
Last week we went on a road trip to Florida (you can find posts on that here if you’re interested) and it was wonderful. But along the way, we acquired a flat tyre on my car. So yesterday I called the lovely serviceman to come and change my tyre over for the spare (I have an SUV, I’m not jacking that sucker up to change a tyre by myself when I pay insurance premiums, so spare me the “you could have changed your own tyre” speech — I’ve changed plenty in my life), and today I had to go get the original repaired or replaced.
Continue reading “The Story of A Parenting Win and A Happy Dance”
Today I came across this blog. It is both a collection of letters/notes from adult women to their teenage selves (or to teenage women generally), and a place where teens can seek answers to questions (either by asking directly, or by reading the many stories already posted).
Continue reading “A Blog All Parents Should Read”
The CEO has taken Godzilla and the TeenWolf camping today. They’ve kitted themselves out with cots, pillows, sleeping bags, daypacks, food and the ubiquitous (at least in our house) camouflage light (don’t get excited, it’s just a camping lantern with camo designs on it).
Meanwhile, Pinky and the Brain are in their respective corners… sleeping. They did their usual walk with the CEO this morning, then went on a second, longer walk with me and the boys. It’s more than their fat, spoilt bodies are used to.
Continue reading “It’s quiet… too quiet….”
So, it’s Fathers Day in the US and the blogosphere is inundated with posts about fathers and how awesome they are. It makes my heart truly glad to see such a celebration of fatherhood.
Fathers Day is always a difficult day for me. My father passed away 17 years ago. I miss him every day. Time does not heal all wounds.
Continue reading “Fathers I have known…”
It’s Summer holidays and the TeenWolf had a mate over today (that’s a buddy, or a friend for those of you who aren’t Australian). Naturally, that meant a bit of dominance display and chest beating from Godzilla. While the two younger boys wandered around doing their own thing, Godzilla hovered on the edges. Of course, there was substantial interjecting from me, as I magically found jobs that I absolutely had to have Godzilla’s help with. Yeah, I didn’t come down in the last shower. I know how this goes. One kid has a friend over, the other kid tries to interject and just ends up being a pain in the bum. In the fabulously poetic words of Dr. Phil, this ain’t my first rodeo.
Continue reading “Mates and Brothers”
Yippee for the Summer holidays. Bring on the sunny days, the joys of the pool, cold drinks, a slower pace of life, and my sister all the way from Australia.
Let the pool-time shenanigans begin!