My left boob is sore. It hurts when you apply any pressure to it and it feels a little angry to touch. The scar that was left after my lumpectomy has well and truly healed but it's what lies underneath that's the worry. And when I say worry, I mean it's a pain, a complete pain in the ars... boob. I'm assured it's nothing sinister (I had an MRI a … [Read more...]
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Ordinary Love Stories
February 3, 2014 by 15 Comments
Yesterday the fourth little traveller was home with a "funny tummy". He was perched on the ailment fence, one leg on the slightly unwell side, the other leg dangling on the probably good enough to go to school. It was his fast talking and the conviction in his voice over the long term psychological scars that would follow an "accident," that had me … [Read more...]
Before you put your pink bow on
October 8, 2017 by 1 Comment
October is a big month for our family, it begins with my son's birthday and ends with my husband's (which is usually completely overthrown by Halloween). Over the years it's meant four kids with four costume requirements and some crazy class party baking requests. A couple of years ago a breast cancer diagnosis meant I added chemo to the list of … [Read more...]
The World Needs More Erikas
March 10, 2017 by 9 Comments
It was a lunch with new friends, an outing I'd pushed myself to attend. Fourteen women of which I had met one. If you're a perpetual expat it's something you know you have to do. Put yourself out there, continue to recruit, take a deep breath and walk into a venue, a meeting, a lunch or a coffee with your friend radar on high alert. The one … [Read more...]
The First Text
February 26, 2015 by 6 Comments
The first text was romantic, suggestive. The beginning of a romance. "Pick you up at 7. I've missed you". They couldn't get enough of each other. "Did we really only have lunch an hour ago? Can't wait to see you tonight." The continuation of a courtship, until the eventual proposal. The newlyweds continued. Technology predicted their … [Read more...]
When Your Life Goes From Macro to Micro So Do Your Emotions
January 20, 2014 by Leave a Comment
Pre children, back in the day where everything was micro. Small car, small house, small basket at the grocery store. I worked with a man who had 4 children. He was a client who rang each Monday morning to talk about staffing needs, we met at least once a month and became friends. He and his wife made the 3 hour drive to the country when G and I … [Read more...]
Our Aunty Suzie
January 3, 2014 by 7 Comments
As a writer, it's often the people we love the most who are the hardest to write about. Our stories too complex, operatic with an orchestra bursting with feeling and emotion. Strings and percussion staccato along with laughs and fun while bass and drums thunder in with rocky patches and rough seas. The curt goodbyes or the childish jealously are … [Read more...]
When Your Life Goes From Micro to Macro, So Do Your Emotions
December 8, 2013 by 2 Comments
Pre children, back in the day where everything was micro. Small car, small house, small basket at the grocery store. I worked with a man who had 4 children. He was a client who rang each Monday morning to talk about staffing needs, we met at least once a month and became friends. He and his wife made the 3 hour drive to the country when G and I … [Read more...]
That Dingo Ate My Baby Monitor
September 8, 2013 by 5 Comments
There's no doubt that traveling overseas can open your mind. Perhaps because it offers you the opportunity to understand the concepts behind the culture of others. Or maybe it's experiencing or watching something you've never seen before which provides an instant wow factor. There's a moment when you realize that something you thought to be true, … [Read more...]
It Was The Summer.
August 26, 2013 by 12 Comments
It was the summer in which Henry realized he could use his newly vaccinated arm to his advantage."Watch out for my TB injection" he'd call as they all ran towards the ball knowing/hoping it might slow a few of them down.There were the inevitable tears. Someone punched it, someone knocked it, someone laughed at it. Naturally they all did it on … [Read more...]
