When my youngest son was born, I felt sure I would not have expectations of him that would be burdensome. It was one of my long-term parenting goals. When taking out an insurance policy for him not long after he was born, his father and I had words because I had said I didn’t mind…
Just lately I’ve been thinking a lot about being selfish, and why most of us are, at least at some stages in our lives. It seems to me we live in a little bubble full of our own thoughts, our own answers to everything, our own likes and dislikes, our own biases and opinions about…
Travelling to London, I decided to watch a few movies to kill off some of the time. Movies and I don’t get along so well these days because of the dementia, but on the plane if I got too scared, or bored, or couldn’t follow it, I just turned it off. The other value in…
There is no love sincerer than the love of food (George Bernard Shaw). This was written on a Malaysian menu today, and reminded me of my favourite combination. There I go again ranting on about food and love, but I am obviously not the first, and definitely won’t be the last! Julie and Julia have…
I have no idea when I actually signed up for a WordPress blog, but I’ve been blogging since 27 August 2011, and so far have posted 212 daily blogs, 63 conversations, and about 35 recipes. And, there is only 303 days left to complete Project 366. It seems odd that 303 days seems so achievable, but in the…
Yesterday my eldest son and I had to take the cats up to what they would call bootcamp. It is gut wrenching, as they cry all the way. Boris cries every couple of minutes, a loud howling meow that pierces your heart like a sharp long bladed serrated knife. Star, the older slightly more spoilt…
I’ve been wondering how I will keep up my Conversations and Recipes page whilst we are away, the Project 366 challenge I accepted late last year. There won’t be any of my old cook books or cooking notes I can rely on to write up my own recipes, so I am wondering, what to do? Maybe I’ll…
Well, it is done and dusted as they say, My Unseen Disappearing World event is over. A job well done some have said, small goals achieved, public awareness raised, stigma reduced a little, service providers thinking differently, at least for a moment or two, friends and family standing by watching, worrying, supporting and loving me all…
TEACHER: Why are you late? STUDENT: Class started before I got here. ____________________________________ TEACHER: John, why are you doing your math multiplication on the floor? JOHN: You told me to do it without using tables. __________________________________________ TEACHER: Glenn, how do you spell ‘crocodile?’ GLENN: K-R-O-K-O-D-I-A-L’ TEACHER: No, that’s wrong GLENN: Maybe it is wrong, but…
The best way to become acquainted with a subject is to write a book about it. (Benjamin Disraeli) My communicating now is definitely best when I have had the time to write my thoughts down first. Trying to get the words out verbally in exactly the way I mean for them to be said and…
My Adelaide Fringe events My Unseen Disappearing World are in progress, two down, two to go as they say. They seem to have gone quite well, and last night we almost had a full house, which was incredibly humbling. There were people there, many who I had never met, many who I have known over the years,…
Recently I have been researching the history and function of the Children’s Book Council of Australia (CBC) with a particular focus on the promotion of children’s literature and reading through Book Week. Why, because I eventually want to publish a couple of books for children! The CBC commenced operating in 1945 and initially its aims…
Today I am sharing a short journal entry about my road towards motherhood, one written some time ago, but as I am too tired to work on something new, this it is it for today. My journey to motherhood was rather rocky, and in fact started with a pregnancy that I was not expecting, or wanting.…
A chance opportunity to visit an old friend; one I had asked to stop being dishonest to me a few years ago, who then shut the door in my face (not quite literally), seemingly for good. There have been a few failed attempts to heal the relationship, offers of friendship and opportunities to make peace.…
Sickness was something I had never really thought about, even though I had suffered various neurological symptoms since from a young age. They were however, not things anyone could see, and were not diagnosed or considered real until my mid 40’s (e.g. headaches, pins and needles in my legs and arms, dizziness and occasional fainting). Regardless of…
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