School Camp

Tears, tantrums and an alarming wave of separation anxiety. This was just the vibe coming from the parents as the children boarded the bus. This morning my eldest went on school camp. Max is 8…

It’s Saturday night. I am out. I am in a cool venue in Melbourne. I’m standing near the bar. My head gently nodding to the beat of the music. I feel good. I’m looking good….

I am having my own personal Groundhog Day at the moment. I wrote a poem about our daily life cycle 8 months ago called,  A Day in The Life but a lot changes in 8 months…