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About me

I'm a 45 year old mum to four boys, married to Dave* - an archetypical "Grumpy Old Man". We all live in a busy, noisy, but happy home, in Melbourne, Australia.

Writing is my passion (and the thorn in my side, as well).  I write Young Adult literature and am about to have my first novel published. I also write flash fiction (stories under 1000 words - it's much harder than it sounds if you want to write quality reading, believe me), I've had quite a number of flashes published in anthologies both in Australia and overseas. I've tried my hand at poetry, as well, being published in a couple of Australian anthologies. And of course, there's this blog - coming up on eleven years now - where I've done some reviewing, some product promotion, but mostly a whole lot of thought vomit. Hmm, 'vomit' is probably not the nicest expression but sometimes my writing is a bit blunt, a bit raw, even a bit controversial.

I'm interested in all manner of things metaphysical, spiritual and philosophical - if the url or the title of the blog didn't clue you in on that already. I consider myself a post-dualist - you can find out what that means in this blog post.

I also have a taste for social commentary and am not shy about sharing my own understandings - I'm always open to hearing others, so don't be afraid to educate me in the comments sections of each post..

I'm an Attachment Parent; I co-slept with my children until they were ready to move into a bed of their own.  I breastfed "full term" (until the child is emotionally ready to move on from breastfeeding).  I don't believe smacking, yelling, and generally combative parenting methods are the best mode for encouraging loving, respectful relationships with children (that is not to say I've never yelled or smacked, I certainly have done both, but I don't view these practices as optimal or effective).  I believe in gentle birth practices, and throughout my parenting journey I've progressively had less and less intervened births. My fourth and final birth was a midwife attended home birth (I say attended, rather than assisted because while she was present and witnessed the birth, she had no intention of intervening in Ari's emergence into this world unless it became evident he needed assistance - which he did not).  I've worn my babies in a wide variety of carriers and slings, a couple of them until they were over three years of age.

This is me wearing Bryn for a Herald Sun article back in 2007...



Other "less common" parenting practices I've engaged in, some of which I have discontinued doing, but still appreciate the benefits of, have included:

Consciously and after informedly choosing not to vaccinate
Unschooling (my children currently attend school, but only because they continue to express this desire)
Cloth nappy use and elimination communication (following baby's toileting cues instead of using nappies)
No having gaming consoles at home (my older boys received their first gaming consoles at the ages of 11 and 9, and I take a great interest in all their technology interactions and use, including having all email and FB messages forward to me inbox and only allowing internet use in common areas of the house under close supervision.

I tend to think too much and then spew forth my thoughts like a Jackson Pollock painting.  So, don't stand too close :).


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Alone... And Stuff...

Do you ever just need to be alone?



As the boys are growing up, we have more times when the house is quiet. The youngest will be asleep. One will be reading, one will be playing on his computer with headphones on, one will be painting and there is stillness.

Sometimes, even that is not enough.

Sometimes I crave being alone, with no possibility of someone suddenly realising they have to tell me something important or ask me a question or even just crash about in the kitchen.

Sometimes I crave S P A C E, lots and lots of space, being able to walk from room to room without encountering another soul.

This is how I felt when I woke up this morning, so instead of getting ready for work, I decided to stay home. Get up, but not go anywhere, no hear the sound of my own voice, or anyone else's.

I think this might just be part of getting older. After a lifetime of chasing after other people and trying not to be alone, my mind and body is full of thoughts, experiences, feelings, and busy-ness …