So, there’s new shopping trolleys at the Aldi. At first, I didn’t notice. The extra height. The smooth glide of synchronised wheels. For the first time in a long time, my wrists weren’t jammed as I tried to steer an inevitable gammy wheel. I had 4 smalls in tow with a fair slog of dry …
So, sometimes it’s hard to breathe. It happens to me when life takes charge. When the tenderness of a moment holds me too close. Like walking through the space left by the fresh faced P plater this morning. He smelled of soap and hope. His new shirt showing the creases from the packet opened this …
So, my wingman flew away on Monday. There seemed so little build up in his world for this day. At least to my knowing. Even though there was a truck load of planning for it in mine. I asked all 3 small folk on the train back from Melbourne, “Last week of January. Is there …
So, I lay with an old friend last night. He used to lay with me all the time. Right at my side. Scratching into my skin. Sometimes making me so claustrophobic, he’d drape himself around my body. Pressing into the corners of my mind. Pressing down too strongly on my chest. Making it so hard …
So, I hadn’t seen her for 2 days before I realised she was gone. It’s not that I deliberately don’t notice her. It’s just that she’s one of a gang of 3. They all kinda look the same. And pretty self sufficient. Coming and going as they please, they run their own gig. I’ve looked …
So, I could only see her back. Which meant she couldn’t see my face. Making it hard for her to see how her words had somehow hit the mark. We were musing about the journey. This crazy path called life. The mountains we climb. The traverses we cross. The pot holes we bump. Sometimes over, …
So, it’s been called the apocalypse by some. I’ve told my peeps if they want to de-friend me they can. Not just in cyber space, but in real time. Whatever real time is. I seem to have lost the ability to remember days, dates, names. (But honestly, some of that was pre-apocalyptic…) In my cloak …
So, I grew up in 15 minutes on a local bus in Kathmandu. It was 1998 and we were headed for the border. After a month in the Himalaya and a decent bout of giardia, our heads and bellies were cleared of any excess we owned. With a BMI in single digits, we had enough …
So, I didn’t think I could play another game of “guess who.” T’is the end of the first term school holidays. 2 weeks off our routines, intersected by a chocolate bunny feast. This holiday season started with a trip to the bush and followed up with a trip back along the coast. There’s been canoeing …
So, I thought there were rules as to when interpretive dancing could be considered OK. These include – A. Your age. If, Mr T says you should be in school, it is highly appropriate that you express song lyrics in dance moves. B. Your consumption. Whatever your poison – if you’re up to your eyeballs …