Why she loves her Bachelor(ette) Degree more than she loves you:

The homeschool journey continues …

Click on this link to read posts about our homeschool journey that date back to 2012 Why is it so hard to live in the present?   The children are older now and have jobs, homes, businesses, leases, mortgages and children of their own but not much else has changed. I took my older daughter, more

The Isthmus & mixed messages :)

The song of the crickets rings out when the path dips down, after the isthmus and before the southern end of the lake, and if you look up you’ll see a flock of birds overhead flying in V formation and if you look across you’ll see the baby lake birds fully grown now and with more

Journal Entry – Grace

Journal – 26th January, 2018 He took me to Berwick Botanical Gardens this morning. We stood gazing at the scene at the lake both completely immersed in a world of our own but also of each other. We agreed a short story could be written and also a canvas painted from our vantage point: GRACE more

Journal Entry – Mermaid

THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS COARSE LANGUAGE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THIS OFFENDS YOU.   14th February, 2018 – MERMAID at Cape Patterson   I looked back to the rock shelf I’d been sitting on from 50 meters away, 100 meters, 250 meters and each time thought the same thing: my clothes were the exact colour more

GYPSY DREAMING

Listen while you read: I want to live in Tanjil Bren, I’d flit among the coy blue wren, Birds and butterflies would abound, And I’d feel at peace in my hometown.   I want to live in Claire de Lune, But if I can’t then Ruby will do, Quaint little towns with pretty girl’s names, more

The Magnolia Tree – a poem

It was under the Magnolia tree, He loved me, And our children played, All three, (and then four, five), And the puppies leapt high, Under the Magnolia tree. We’d sit and talk for hours, Under the Magnolia tree, Butterflies & dreams & wishes, And she’d listen, Our beautiful old tree. The seasons came & went, more

Everything I know about writing practise…

I learnt from my mother: nothing, absolutely nothing stopped her. Not husbands coming and going, poverty, sickness, a house full of children, friends & relatives dropping off the perch all around her. The show must go on … she said 🙂 Thanks mum!

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