An Absent Mother Apologises

Before I’d even had the chance to press the down button, I heard the cables grinding in the shaft, lifting the elevator to my floor. Inside I heard the hungry squalling of my newborn son, twelve hours old. I pressed the button then, stabbed it really, multiple times, hurrying the doors to open. Finally they…

Packing for the Aussie Bloggers Conference #ausblogcon2011

Renovation preparations have come about as far as they can before the floor people move in and take over. Vents have been stuffed with rags, picture frames removed, and cupboards taped over. We’re now quite used to feel of chipboard beneath our feet. And here is a shot of my bed; I’m just taking a…

International Women’s Day, My Mother, And Me

I wasn’t going to post today, but ever since watching Q & A last night, I have a little something to say. There was a lot of discussion about the role of feminism in our society, and what it means to be a feminist. There was specific reference to the absence of high-ranking women in…