I wrote this post in the thick of winter, from a boundless marsh of illness, with a clingy baby and a moody not-quite four-yea...

I have just arrived home, nerves afire, wide-eyed and bone-shaking after the scariest drive of my life. Up the Eastern Beach , in the seas...

After not knowing what to do with the other blog , I have kind of just given up without giving up. If you know what I mean. Too hard baske...

So I've mentioned before that E is big for his age. Even for his birth (not gestational) age. He's a few days shy of eight months o...

My aspiration to write here more regularly (dare I declare, weekly) has wafted into the babyland ether. Then there was an app without a ...

Perhaps not quite the headline you'd expect after the preceding tales of love and seaside holidays. If, in fact, you were expecting anyt...

The cold has arrived. And it's mostly dark. Though it's light when I walk to work, before I close myself off fr...

Have found myself mired in extreme creativity angst of late. Weekends seem to expire with the list of boring chores mostly knocked over, wh...

I have a history of eventful stuff happening over Easter. Easters of yore have variously been occasioned by relationship evolution/dissoluti...

Here is a list summarising the first week back in life and desk. Seems I can only think in lists and dot points this week. Strange. Hmmph. T...

Today is Blog Action Day , a day where bloggers of conscience are encouraged to talk about issues of poverty. Poverty, by definition, is a l...

(pro-ROHG) verb tr.: 1. To discontinue a session of something, for example, a parliament. 2. To defer or to postpone. Sometimes new words co...

Today is special. It may lack the ring of 080808, but today is my one year anniversary of Life After Desk. Woohoo! I have survived a WHOLE Y...

I find myself in an awkward position. And not just because I’ve forced myself to resume pilates – after a lull – against the every scream of...

The orchids are out, the wood ducks are a-nesting, the mornings are lighter. This can only mean that winter is on its way out. Ding dong to ...

I have just ploughed through The Tall Man - intelligent and restrained reportage of the 2004 Palm Island death in custody and resulting inqu...

It’s been an a-ha! kind of weekend. Revealing. Satisfying. And not. A-ha moment #1... Like someone with a rare disease who finally stumbles...

Oh. My. Lordy. You know your whinings about cultural/financial states have reached a new kind of pathetic when your cousin who has just retu...

It’s been like a dirt bike buzzing up behind me for a while now. (An actual scenario happening with irksome regularity during forest walks o...

Monday morning. Still a free woman. (By the skin of my teeth.) I should be more impressed than I am. But I’ve arisen with newspaper neck aft...