The evening before we left my parents house to return home at Christmas, my father said to Keira, “I think I’m going to cry when you leave.” My mother told me this just before we drove off in the car, and I watched for his tears, waited for them, but he kept his composure. Saying…
Or the post otherwise known as “What We Talked About Saturday Night” First, sorry I’m late today. Been busy being sick since Sunday, actually. You know that poem I set to publish yesterday? In my feverish state I overlooked a couple of details I’d possibly change now, but no matter! It’s gone out into the…
Riley took this photo of Keira and I having a cuddle. Now I know next to nothing about photography, but I don’t think it’s too bad. Proportion wise we’re in the middle with almost equal light and space on either side. If I was going to do anything I would take out the bottom inch…
This is going to be one of those posts where I talk fast and zig-zag across subjects like a cow cutting its way down a hill towards water. So! This is the first time I’ve written in ‘real time’ this week, everything else had been ‘pre-scheduled’ and then I wake up this morning and go…
These photos were taken at the Billabong Koala and Wildlife Park, on a beautiful day my camera decided to play nice and actually do its job for a change. Kids patting a Koala Riley feeding a Kangaroo (or is it a Wallaby? I can’t remember) Keira doing the same, with still my species confusion. BIG Wombat….
I started collecting these series of books back in Grade 5. I remember ordering them off the cheap Scholastic book guides/magazines that were given out by my primary school library. Do you remember those? You tore off the back flap and wrote in those tiny little columns what books you wanted to order? Remember? I…
As I was chatting the other week with the ever-amazing Penni, I made a confession about this blog: I don’t know what to say anymore, how to say it, why I feel the need to say it when – Lord knows – there are a multitude of other avenues I could use to express* what – at…
I’ve kept most of the magazines I bought as a teenager. I’m not altogether sure why; perhaps I suspected I would use or require them sometime in the future, for purposes frivolous or otherwise. I’m very glad I did, for if I didn’t I wouldn’t be able to introduce you to the obsession that was…
My heart is crying, people. Isn’t she just gorgeous? (By the way, Neighbours fans? The baby India character? Looks a lot like Keira did as a newborn. I did a double-take a few weeks ago. Uncanny.) The photo was taken at the fabulous Warrandyte bakery where, incidentally, I met my pal Genevieve for coffee last week.
