One year to go in a 4.5yr degree and the money is turned off 'cos my youngest has turned 8. How is this supporting women who have come out of domestic violence?
Making that choice to study while parenting in a choice between insanity and the funny farm. But, for those of us who survive we can laugh and show you the certificate.
The elliptical printed hospital gown that is loosely draped around my fathers body that is emaciated from the organs who have decided to fail him, long after he failed them.
Sunday morning It's not looking good Daddy's getting worse, they don't know what's wrong... I have to hop a plane flying out in the morning, kids crying and me... crying for the lack of them, anxious for the lack of him. Someone near me farting on the plane, fourteen hour flight. Good lord really? Really … Continue reading Waiting for the when
I can’t erase the echoes in the ears of the lynched. And sayin' it's just a good day for a beer and a barbie, but if that was the truth, so would any other day just without the bloody remembrance.
It's university holidays, you're home with the kids, as nice as the possibility of sleeping in is, planning ahead for February is literally going to save your already paper thin sanity.
By some miracle I'm sitting in an 8:30 lecture. Just praying that I didn't leave a child at home. A conscientious account of a journalism student who is afraid of the phone.
Your final assignments are due and your children decide to make pancakes...all over the kitchen. It's a race against time, sanity and cleanliness.
It's Friday night and I'm sitting on the lounge with my youngest daughter who's dancing on the lounge as Eddie Murphy's donkey sings out "I'm a believer". This is about the third time she's watched Shrek tonight. Bad mother you say... hmmm yeah maybe, but she's been happy relaxing in here while her momma has … Continue reading Never too much Shrek