‘Blackbirds singing in the dead of night’ warbled Anne from under the covers. It was the second time in less than a month, September of course. We’d had another blackbird come down the chimney while we were asleep. Eventually, we had to call Dandenong pest control. I don’t like birds, but you can’t just leave …
We’d been back from our holiday in Tuscany for only a few hours when it hit me. I certainly didn’t think I’d end up at a Melbourne indoor party centre for active kids that morning, but I did. My toddler wouldn’t have jet lag, but I sure would. You know that feeling when you wake …
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One of the coolest people I met when I studied dry needling in Christchurch was my mate Lonnie. He was a physio already and was desperate to help his teenage daughter Sara manage her chronic pain. Lonnie didn’t talk about what happened to Sara much, but I knew that she’d had an accident and a …
If there’s one thing I love, it’s screaming children in public, except that’s actually a thing I hate with the passion of a thousand suns. See how my thoughts are all messed up? I’m here in the café trying to write my wonderfully dangerous expose on ‘The Myth of The Male Ego’ and little Tommy …
For the past few months, right on waking up every morning, I’ve been wishing hard for a room with a view. It started just after I got back from South America, where I’d been sleeping in a gorgeous rooftop hammock under some insanely fragrant flowering vines (and a mosquito net, of course). By comparison, the …