Flashback Friday – On The Same Frequency

I had such a good time recently on air on The Arts Program on 99.9 Voice FM as a guest presenter, that I'll be doing it semi-regularly. Sitting in the studio is always a beautifully nostalgic place for me, because it takes me back to my formative years and reminds me of how connected I … Continue reading Flashback Friday – On The Same Frequency

As Pretty As Flowers And As Funny As A Clown – Thoughts on Mother’s Day.

In the past I've been very against Mother's Day. The marketing machine dictating that mothers like all things fluffy, pink and scented annoys me. It's a cop-out to give the woman who you should really know very well a off-the-shelf on a certain day of the year for doing a job and maintaining a relationship that … Continue reading As Pretty As Flowers And As Funny As A Clown – Thoughts on Mother’s Day.

Flashback Friday – Poem – “Mistress of The House”

This poem about my Nanna, who passed away in October 2016, was written shortly afterwards. It was then part of the Minerva Speaks project in March 2017. A performer read the poem as Minerva from the highest balcony of the Ballaarat Mechanics Institute while audience stood in the Titanic Bandstand and listened to the live … Continue reading Flashback Friday – Poem – “Mistress of The House”

Starting School

Yesterday, my eldest child started school. I’ve been counting down for five years until this moment. I thought I would skip off merrily after dropping him on the first day, and with a big sigh of relief have myself a mid-morning cocktail and a rest. I was sure I wouldn't cry.   But there I … Continue reading Starting School

I Wish I Was Boycotting Xmas.

I wish I was boycotting Christmas, but I can't. I've threatened to "go bush" over Xmas for a few years now (both metaphorically and literally). This year, I naively thought I might really do it. No tree, no presents, no family, no food, no cakes, no carols. I was all for being the biggest Scrooge-Grinch … Continue reading I Wish I Was Boycotting Xmas.

Flashback Friday – Poem “Pram Pusher”

I don't know exactly when I wrote this poem, but it would've been sometime when my son was still an infant. It's quite weird to read it back and be taken back into the anger and frustration I felt about becoming a mother. Almost five years later, I sold my double pram to a new mum … Continue reading Flashback Friday – Poem “Pram Pusher”