Life

B

Belong

October 23, 2025
On a mid-spring day that feels like summer, I walk through the bush with Nora and Quinn, scanning the sandy track ahead for snakes among the fallen tree branches. The other day,
T

The Premature End

October 4, 2025
I’m going to do something I shouldn’t because it’s breaking the rules. But I’m going to do it anyway. I’m breaking my blogging pact. Yes, two weeks in, and I want to
S

Shame About AI

September 26, 2025
Should people who use AI feel ashamed? Should I feel that way? While researching AI, I found a commenter saying authors who use AI to promote their work should be ashamed of
L

Leftover Pancakes

September 20, 2025
Extraordinary things happen to me. Things that don’t happen to everyone else. They happen to our dog, Nora, too. In her case, extraordinary might seem miraculous. On Monday, as my husband scooped
T

The Worst Poached Eggs

September 15, 2025
I made the worst poached eggs ever for my lunch today. Although I carefully followed Nagi’s instructions, straining my eggs before sliding them into gently simmering water and forming them between a
T

The Good Deed

March 4, 2025
Peering out of the living room window, Quinn spots the postman approaching our house. She barks deep and loud. I abandon my iPad, tossing it on the sofa, push my noisy dog
T

The Red Lights

December 18, 2024
I complained about last year’s Christmas tree: “It hasn’t got enough colour!” So, I ordered a string of red lights to brighten up this year’s tree. When they arrived in the mail,
S

Sticky Fingertips

October 21, 2024
As I exit the car, the tree attacks me. It grips and twists my hair with its sticky fingertips. It pokes me sharply in my ribs. “Could you have parked any closer
T

The Short Cup

May 11, 2024
We give our daughters our Aldi pod coffee machine when they leave home. “We’ll treat ourselves to a new one,” we say, not realising there isn’t a single Aldi coffee machine for
D

Delightfully Slow

December 31, 2023
The other day, my husband, Andy, and I offered to pick up my mother, who’d been away on holiday, from the train station and take her and her heavy luggage home. Arriving
1 2 3 4

My children’s novels

My unschooling books

Go toTop