Keira, to a waitress while we’re ordering in a cafe: “I’ll have a babycinno in a mug, please.”
I have always been the type of person who runs away and hides under the sheets whenever the barbs of life fall too close to the heart. This week has felt like one of those times. On the one hand I am so excited about the year ahead in general, but on the home front some…
It’s my great delight today to introduce to you the Illustrator for Surprise! – Kim Fleming Last weekend I finally got to meet up with Kim and I must admit I was so happy and relieved that we both have the same sorts of ideas for Surprise! I suppose because I wrote it and have…
I’ve mentioned this game before and now my son has discovered it. Although I’ve shot him here pointing at Arkansas, his favourite state is Washington. I guessed this because he walks around afterwards repeating: “Washington! Washington! Washington! Washington! Washington!” [For the Aussies out there, Washington is the orange state in the very top left corner…
I think I’ve found nits (lice) in Riley’s hair. I’ve just doused us all in the hair treatment and they’ve screamed like hell. I’m about to toss our linens and things in the wash on a hot cycle. Oh, the pure humiliation of it all. What else do I do?!
I’ve had a few people ask me how I feel when I get rejection slips in the mail for my writing. Honestly, it doesn’t bother me much. Well, sometimes it can. This one was the first: a good ‘stock rejection’, non-personalised (well, I suppose it counts as personal if the title is tacked on in biro). At…
Gratitude – to all of you who’ve contacted me privately to express your sympathy, respects and, sadly, your own similar experiences. You’ve said it was brave of me to write what I did; I think it’s equally so to then make your confessions to me. Each has been taken into my bosom, and you can be…
The other night as I was serving our vegetables up for dinner, my chest went wet and I thought, “How could I have spilled water over myself?” As I peeled back my bathrobe it was soon plainly obvious that I had not spilled water. My breasts were leaking. And considering I gave up breastfeeding some…
“I’m tired.” “My bowels aren’t happy tonight.” “My back hurts.” “No, really, I’m very gassy.” “I’m sick of siting down for so long. Who sits at a dinner table for two hours?” “My tummy isn’t happy either.” “You said that already.” “No – I am actually describing another anatomical part of my body.” “People are…
