When Molly was in grade two, her teacher called me aside to tell me that she and her BFF had been in a bit of an argument, but neither girl would talk about why. The teacher went on to say that the other girl had said that Molly called her a B-word. A B-word? When … More When little people get ugly
I’ve never been able to relax around attractive people – somehow I blurt crazy cat-lady anecdotes or laugh like a hyena at their bad jokes. But I do try to behave like someone with social skills. For example, at the local cafe is a gorgeous creature – one who could be carved from the marble … More Take your handsome self and leave me, foul demon
After being woken at 3am to the sound of a howling cat (or possibly a hunting bunyip – you never know in rural Australia), I was bleary-eyed and irritable. To divest myself of this cloak of darkness, I decided to go for a walk. As soon as the sunlight brushed the treetops, I was pounding … More It just shows that nothing is ever straight-forward. Not even bunyips.
Looking out the window the other morning, I spied a pretty little bird watching me. We shared a moment before I continued with the dishes and got ready for work. But then the next morning there he was again, spying on me from behind the same bush. He was adorable and I felt honored to … More Sometimes it doesn’t matter if you’re forgetful – there’s magic in it anyway
Fighting my way past tour groups of over-perfumed seniors on my way to the gallery canteen, I spied an artwork that left an indelible mark on my poor uncultured brain. A small group was clustered around an oversize painting, so I hazarded a glance. A single streak of brown, three drops of red and a … More When things look like other things but you shouldn’t say it in case you get chased with a pitchfork
When my elderly neighbour, Walt, went to visit his daughter for a few weeks, I volunteered to look after his garden. After a lengthy conversation and several panicked glances over to my yard, he stopped arguing, nodded wearily and pointed out where he kept the bug spray, hoe and sprinklers. The first week sailed by. I … More A little accident in the garden
At the age of eight, I watched Jaws through the crack in the bedroom door. Next morning when Mum asked how I slept, I asked for coffee…and thus began my addiction to caffeine and – although not sure it’s related – my insomnia. For the next few months, bath time required there to be within … More The thought crosses my mind that my problem-solving skills could be better
You know those moments when you’re talking to someone with several lengthy hairs growing out of a mole on his chin, and you can’t concentrate on anything else? And he clocks you looking, and you know he has but there’s nothing in the world but you and his chin? And then, when you try to … More Don’t look. Whatever you do, don’t look
My daughter told me yesterday that she loves udders. I was vaguely alarmed, but okay, she’s a little like her dad in that she chooses to love unexpected and often unpopular things. So I decided to just go with it. “So what makes you love them?” “They’re adorable. And the way they nurture the little … More I may have a few issues I need to sweep further under the carpet
When garden-timers need replacing….