I’ve had this bike for years now and the number of times it’s been out and used wouldn’t even hit double-digits. I’m somewhat ashamed of this statistic, considering how often Adam rides his bike into the city and the zeal with which many friends and colleagues use theirs on a daily basis. I wanted this…
As is typically the way when we go camping, we’ve come home with minor bugs. My throat scratches and I keep feeling flushed. Nothing a little rest can’t sort out, I’m sure. I want to bank up some time to devote to this space; I don’t feel like I’ve been keeping it properly. I…
I smell, I’m tired, I’m quite badly sunburned (naughty, naughty, I know), and I could quite possibly be in bed before 8pm. We’ve been away with friends since Friday afternoon and it has been glorious fun. Riley had his sixth birthday up there – more on that later – but just look at the countryside….
‘Second Day’ That blood crusted crown, soft bone plates, pushed by birthing into cone-like shape. The arbitrary beeping and calling throughout the ward; the scuffling of nurses shoes announce their arrival – I often pretended to be asleep when they peeked through the door from the corridor, except when I didn’t, when I waved one…
Learning a new game together on the ipad My desk is less than a minute away from here Straight lines and shadows, abound My Thursdays and Fridays are given over to writing: this is the theory. However like many theories of mine it is one that is thwarted by a lot of excuse-making and judgements-of-convenience….
Three Years Composure seems like fakery designed to trick our souls out of feeling. But the blatant fact remains: grief is inconvenient and consumes precious hours that would be better spent in the employ of reason or menial errands – or so my mind tries to say. There were days when I had no…
… everything comes back: the necessity of scoping out the best possible places to eat at lunch, the divide between the great range of eating options within walking distance versus whatever is quick and easy and cheap that you can take back to your desk; perving on the reading material of fellow passengers on the…
Today saw me catch a dream run into Brunswick, even at the tail end of peak hour traffic on Alexandra Parade, and thanks to arriving early for a meeting appointment I was able to grab a coffee on Sydney Rd. Sitting in the cafe, as I am above, I watched the people go by until…
Any emotion, if it is sincere, is involuntary. Mark Twain. If there is one thing I notice about blogging, as both a writer and a reader, is that sometimes we do not take ourselves out of our stories enough to get the proper perspective needed to determine whether we’re telling them properly. Not unrelated to…
