Dream A Little Dream

So, this one is going to be a little sappy. I really love my husband. Stop now if you can’t cope with that. I’m inspired to write about it today as the result of a something my husband probably saw as insignificant. I want to preface this anecdote by saying that I believe, in a…

Bearing Witness

My husband got glasses this week. He’s always been proud of his 20/20 vision, gently teasing my rapidly deteriorating eyesight. He’s a builder and consequently has the occupational hazard of regular splinters in his hands. Over the past year, his arm got too short for him to focus on the tiny shards of timber, much…

The Midlife Unravelling

There is no coincidence that so many people reach a point of acceptance about many aspects of their life when they hit ‘middle aged’. I just paused to Google what constitutes ‘middle aged’ as I do still struggle a little to use that term for myself. Oxford English Dictionary describes it as being between 45…

For My Daughter

I’ve had a nostalgic morning browsing through tubs of old photos. I’ve always been known as that one who takes endless photos. Even before digital cameras, I was constantly snapping away, large chunks of my money spent on developing film, only to discover that you had just 3 decent photos out of a roll of…

Marriage & Mental Health

Pete and Kylie met in their thirties, set up by mutual friends. Both had been married before and Pete had children from a previous relationship. They fell in love fast and hard. Within the first few months, Kylie noticed behaviours that gave her caution, but in her own words, she was already in love. Pete…