Empathy.

Life is exhausting. Life as a parent is next level. It doesn’t matter which version of the parenting role you play. Arriving home after a long day at work, you just want to sit down and switch off, but instead you’re faced with the kids during witching hour. That’s exhausting. Educating, playing with, and caring... Continue Reading →

#@$*

My sisters and I were brought up in a household that not only encouraged, but demanded respectful language. We weren’t allowed to say shut up, bloody, bugger, or crap. One aunty didn’t even let us say fart or bum. Your typical four letter swear words were definitely off limits. This wasn’t just a rule for... Continue Reading →

The Only One

You’re the only one who knows the inevitable ebbs and flows. People can try I suppose, to empathise with the regular lows, or imagine the blissful love your child bestows. But you can’t transpose, In any number of photos or detailed stories you disclose, the phenomenal triumphs and agonising woes. You’re the only one who... Continue Reading →

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