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Blossom Bomb
I have a tree outside my window. Big Nectarine. I watch it from where I sit most of the day. I watch it as the seasons pass. It shades us in summer and shrivels up in winter. And at the end of every...
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Wild Bear
When she was born I became a wild bear. She was my cub and I’d do anything to protect her. I guarded her day and night in the dark woods. It was then that it suddenly made sense. That my mother was a...
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Me versus The Unicorn
Me and the unicorn. We’re not friends. I’ve never liked them. No offense to any unicorn lovers out there, it just never has been my thing. Maybe the idea of them wasn’t sold to me as a kid. Maybe I...
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The Mother Load
So there I was on the eve of Mother’s Day, on my hands and knees on the bathroom floor, cleaning up a cubic tonne of diarrhoea, with my head jam-packed with snot, and one ear throbbing with partial...
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That Moment
That moment. That second I gave birth. It was power and truth fused into one almighty bolt. Her little body on my chest. Her face as clear as daylight. Her lips quivering. Her mop of black hair all...
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Tutu Days
The tutu days have begun. Who cares if I’m not a girl… Free your mind. Free your heart. Free your spirit. Be wild with me. Everything I see is beautiful. Let me shine. Like a meteor. I’m a strong man....
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Hero Girl
We curled in a ball. Like we do every night. Unravelling her day. Her favourite thing was the library. Nothing beats the library. Except the cinnamon donut she got on the way home from the library....
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This Girl
This girl. She’s a firecracker. She’s a siren. She’s a bright vision. She’s a shooting star. She’s the wisps of imagination. She’s the spiral of a storm. She’s the words of an ancient muse. She’s...
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The Boy
As soon as I saw the ultrasound screen, I knew. I didn’t need to wait for the sonographer to tell me. I could see it was a boy. Which meant it wasn’t a girl. And all I wanted was a girl. It was wrong...
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Peace Talks in the Mummy Wars
I’m not interested in who is right or wrong in the Mommy/Mummy Wars. I don’t think many of us are. Do you know what I’m most interested in? The big picture. The condition of our culture at this point...
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The Girl and The Tree
My husband and my daughter planted a tree together last year. It was her tree. It was gnarly bare all winter long. And then surprisingly on a late winter’s day, it blossomed. On her birthday. There...
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Early Morning
Early morning. His tiny hand finds mine across the bed. He holds it gently. “Mama”. I’d like more sleep, but we get up. Just me and him. Taking little steps downstairs. He hops on to my lap and cuddles...
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Little Lion Part 3
If he was born a girl, his middle name would have been Honey. But he wasn’t a girl, he was boy. A boy with the look of an ancient soul. He was beautiful. And he arrived into the world roaring like a...
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Pluto
For a year or two now my girl and I have been doing the “I love you all the way to the moon…” thing. You know, the tender bedtime whisper or the exuberant cuddly squeeze. Though very soon it was clear...
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Follow The Road
Follow the road to where it catches the crisp curve of morning, easing to the right. Turn down the narrow lane, fumbling over gumnuts through the veil of dizzy jasmine. At the brink of the creek, take...
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Motherhood and The Hardship Competition
It’s no secret that being a mother can be tough. We’re all trying to nurture our children and do the best we can. Often the conditions are not ideal. It can be lonely, unrelenting and heartbreaking....
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A Gruffalo Party
Today we had a Gruffalo party. My son turned 4 yesterday. The most favourite thing in the world to this 4 year old is the Gruffalo. So when it came to his party it was only fitting we entered the world...
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Little Lion Part 4
Little lion wakes up next to me every morning. His little body curls into mine just like the day he was born. I still remember that day. How I carried him to my bed, an hour old. How he tucked himself...
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Handa’s Surprise
So today he woke up and talked about the book again. He gets obsessed with books. I love that he gets obsessed. All that passion and excitement whirling around his little brain. Sometimes it’s hard to...
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The Butterfly Wall
There is a wall on a building on the other side of the city. It is covered in a mural of butterflies and cocoons. It bursts with colour and life. We’ve been going to this building quite a bit lately....
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