How to stop blogging

When you begin to write your story online, it becomes hard to know how to end it. While the story may reach a point of closure,…

Joining the 5am writer’s club

By Karen Charlton I can hear Ruben stirring – strike that – crying from his room. Either that or a small wolf cub has entered our…

Putting yourself first

Post by Gillian Harrison I left my children in early 2010. My partner convinced me to take a kid-free holiday to Malaysia for 6 days. I…

The world is a poor fit for mothers

By Karen Charlton Our six year old son is acing grade one. Dropping him off in the classroom yesterday, his teacher stopped me to tell me…

When will I be 5?

When the amber leaves turn, and fall. When the rains come, and go. When the air turns clear and crisp and our breath hangs like tiny…

No. 3, with a sausage

My baby turned 11 months old on the weekend. At 11 months, Boy 3 is proficient in crawling, mess making and sausage munching. In a few…

Home

I placed you in the car capsule. You were like a beautiful mollusc, floppy and soft bodied, and the car capsule your shell. I felt like…

If you’re going to cry, you can go outside …

My dad is a Scotsman. He doesn’t like emotions. He is jolly, or he is angry, or he is asleep. I, on the other hand, cry…