“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: tick, tick, tick, tick. Always thinking. Here I’m telling him why that was his last swimming lesson [...]
A few days ago a southerly blew in and with it came true autumn. All of a sudden we’re wearing woollens, taking hot water bottles to bed and preparing soups and stocks for the weeks ahead. [...]
This film so accurately captures the light and ambiance of that morning in Michelle’s kitchen. I love its lyrical quality; its sense of nostalgia. I love that Daniel can tell a [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: With practice, comes confidence. “I want to ride my bike every day, always.” Poet: Why am I not [...]
I feel like I’ve wandered from my path a little. Perhaps it’s the post-holiday slump that hasn’t quite lifted or the weeks tied to the keyboard in an effort to make deadline. I [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: “This is the best dressing gown I have ever had in my life.” It’s the only dressing gown [...]
In utero she was comforted by the rhythm of my heart. As a newborn I held her to my chest, inhaling her exhalation as she curled in. Now, almost nine-months-old, I carry her close as we wander; [...]
It’s all coming together and it’s been so much fun. Starting with a blank canvas was a little overwhelming so I used Poet’s quilt as a guide. I also reminded myself that just [...]
I’m on the tail end of the housekeeping. Thank goodness! Che moved into the office, Poet’s things are in Che’s old room (she still sleeps in our bed) and the office moved [...]
“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Honest captures that so aptly describe my children this week. All credit goes to Tim; who never fails to photograph life [...]
Tea-stained autumn leaves have crept into the maker and lie huddled together in corners. The tracks from the old jam factory were uncovered during renovations – plum stones still visible in [...]
