It Looks Like Music
An email came through from work yesterday. It’s official: according to the state’s legislation, Covid-19 will now be treated like any other illness. Three years to the month it all… Continue Reading
Browsing Category: Motherhood
Today is the Day You Worried about Yesterday
The recent furor surrounding the revising of some Roald Dahl books, reminded me of something I wrote a couple of years ago. I tend to fall on the side of… Continue Reading
What If You Don’t Like the Earth?
My four-year-old daughter, after a lengthy interest in pregnancy and birth, has now turned her considerable attention to death. I thought I might have had a couple more years up… Continue Reading
Go for the Blankets
As the plane descended into Dubai – lights off, flight attendants strapped in and watching that no one put down a tray or reclined a chair – I reflected on… Continue Reading
A Mother’s Country
I wrote this as part of a chapter for the non-fiction project I am writing (and will probably finish in 2025). It was the second half of something and it… Continue Reading
A Cup of Tea
I wrote this for a writing course on identity and social issues I took part in a couple of months ago. In the original, the names are printed in full…. Continue Reading
Clusters of Intensely Coloured Years
I have been wondering if homesickness is nostalgia in another guise. When I miss home, home as the place in which I was born, the place which holds most of… Continue Reading
Proud
Daily, I find myself getting all worked up over the smallest things. They are good things, and it is a good working up, like when my daughter does three levels… Continue Reading
I Will Teach Them
It is a cold Friday, but the good kind of cold. The red-cheeked kind of cold. You can get by without a scarf, but candles in cafes still feel lovely…. Continue Reading
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It is not lost on me, that these precious years I will forever remember, are years you will later discount. Years you will have no memory of. Years you will… Continue Reading
On Necessary Stretching
It is very tempting and vastly more comfortable to live on a level that requires little stretching. This universal truth is particularly well applied when you live somewhere foreign. Arguably,… Continue Reading
The Kindness of Strangers
And so it seems the key to travelling solo with a small baby is relying on the kindness of strangers. Luckily, babies are kindness magnets. People smile at them and… Continue Reading
Growing Up
She won’t remember any of it, but my daughter had a summer just like the ones her Mum did, year after year, growing up in Australia. We stayed at a… Continue Reading
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Everyday, die Lüdde and I go for a walk. If time is an issue, we take a known route, striding out following familar slippery, bricked roads and crunchy park paths… Continue Reading