Theres something abo ut Grandparents. My boys are, well, delightful when they return from a day spent with my mum and dad. I think its the nurturing. All that loving attention. Of cours...
I love Words. We go way back. I cant remember when it started. Ive been told our relationship began with "Flips" (my younger selfs interpretation of the word "Slips"- better kno...
I said good bye to paid work on January 4, 2008. My workmates loaded me up with nappy cakes and Bonds Wondersuits and I drove off into the sunset of non-paid parental leave. I remember feeling g...
The blogosphere makes the world boundless. You can pop in on a friend for an early morning Café au lait in France. Or indulge in a lunch of Kim-bap and Kim-chi in Seoul. Either wa...
Do you remember the world before 24 hour broadcasting? When TV channels still clocked off for the night? We were left with six hours or so of a bright coloured flashing sign, usually accompanied by s...
I spent the weekend at the Perth Writers Festival. I loved every second of it. The workshops and talks were nice. I especially enjoyed what John Birmingham had to say. But simply being on u...
Dear Eugenie,Ive been thinking about your letters, about the difficulties you had with your pregnancies and how you said you spent your life sick.You were the Empress of France. You were married to L...
A few weeks ago I bought a book from my local second hand bookstore. 800 Years of Womens Letters is just what its title suggests: an anthology of womens letters from the 12th century to the pres...
I knew there was something wrong with me. The other girls shrieked and stuffed their mouths with chocolate coated marshmallows. But I couldnt feel joy in terror. My friends wallowed in it, like pigs ...
this lady is about to get scaryToday is 0s birthday. He woke me at 5.50am with whispered words "Am I four yet?"O is pleased to be four. This morning he handed his melamine Peter Rabbit breakf...
D used the tobacco wrappers like wallpaper, carefully lining each edge against another and it wasn’t long before he had a Dr. Pat covered chest of drawers. D’s collection was quirky and fun. J collec...
Ever since M1 was small we would scramble about in the bush near our house looking for tiny treasures, natural beauties like pretty pebbles and smooth sheets of bark. We would bring our souvenir...
The bigger the tree the more O wants to take to its branches, the more he wants to conquer it and swing from its limbs in victory. But the trees are reigning champions. Keepers, chaperones, defe...
Ive spent the last few weeks searching for information on Nature Storytelling. Ive found it difficult to get what I want, its been hard to explain just what I am looking for. Bookshop clerks gui...
The cafe was quiet, and the girl, who was 22 and wearing a red and white polka dot dress, had time to chat. "Oh, I love everything 90s. I wish I grew up in the 90s, it must have been sooo cool. W...
A friends tea party: The perfect location for Agent Chin-Wag missionsFriday is becoming a DVD night in our house. MM is the Official DVD Renter while I am the Official DVD Returner. This arrange...
photo by StoryOn a morning in late October, when winter had somehow sprung overnight, Robert clicked on the flashing inbox cursor. Just seconds before hed been dreaming of their night in Melbour...
by Story.Im really looking forward to Write on Wednesday in 2012. And Im VERY excited about our first writing prompt for the year. I saw the photo above on the Story Facebook page. I though...
Saturday morning. 10 am. Somehow, we have found ourselves in Chinatown and we are making our way to a tiny cafe bar. A hidey hole of a place, it’s on a main street, wedged between a Chinese tea house...
nothing to do with christmas or this post...i just like the quoteHo, ho, ho. Just 12 days until Christmas pudding and bad Christmas Cracker jokes! In our house, Christmas means squabbling over Monopo...
My wake up call was a rattling breakfast tray at precisely 7.10am. A glass of orange juice, a single serve of Uncle Tobys toasted muesli and always, always one small hard boiled egg. The egg came whe...
bells, whistles and flashing lightsIs it possible to run out of words?Im feeling messy today. My thoughts are all jumbled and tired. The last month has had me thinking in word counts. In fact, y...
Every Friday evening, Granddad wo uld arrive with the same book in his bag. "There is always one more Once Upon A Time," he would say as he produced the well thumbed History boo...
Im usually early with our writing prompts for WoW. But, this week Im feeling the pressure of NaNo. Plus, it seems that everyone we know is having a birthday or wedding in November. And Im still&...
The sky swirled with promise. It was beautiful, like one of his daughters kindergarten paintings. The pinks and reds played with what was left in the blue. It was cruelly hopeful. A shepherds delight...
books based on real life Friends of ours married in Margs yesterday. On Friday afternoon, MM and I piled the car with our bags, kissed the boys good bye, thanked my parents for babysitting and s...
There was that smell again. The combination of early morning and hot asphalt. The chorus of caws from the Magpies nesting in the old Gum next door. The crunch of her feet on the pavement. The purple ...
I have written every day since November the 1st. Thanks to NaNoWriMo,. Working on the same writing project feels good. It feels great. My story is in its infancy, I am tired and bleary eyed but ...
We are learning to make fire....Luke watched with careful eyes. Olive was moving her glasses with one hand, experimenting with different angles. Her free hand cupping the afternoon sunlight, like the...
Last week, as always, we had many great WoW pieces but I particularly liked Naomis determined squelching and Melan ies use of Instrumental Moby. Did you read these pieces? You sho...
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