Well! It’s been 2 years of Tirades in Teacups and I am shocked. Never did I imagine that I would have let myself keep something for this long, let alone been willing to invest finances in to it! I am also quite surprised at the lack of tirades, rants, fulminating and pontificating that I’ve done. … More Happy Anniversary, Take 2!
I stood in front of him, every fibre of my being aching to reach out and touch him. He looked up at me from where he sat, hurt and pain welling in his eyes before he cast them down to the floor, no longer able to hold my steady gaze. I didn’t know how else … More Quietly Clicked Shut – short story
I have attended far more funerals than any 28 year old in the modern world should have to attend. These funerals have been for people I barely knew, friends of friends, my close friends, and my family. All varying ages, all varying deaths, all a loss and a harsh reality check that mortality is fragile … More Remembering the dead
My mother is considered an expert in her field of research. As one of the smartest people I know, her resume and day to day work life never ceases to amaze me. Part of her job description a few years ago was as designer, facilitator and author of a pedagogical blog linked to her place … More Ideas for other people are easy
Remember falling asleep in your spaghetti as a kid? I don’t, but there’s certainly photos of it happening. As kids we run around til our little hearts and heads can’t handle it any more, overwhelmed with the busy day of other kids, toys, cartoons, and cake, we shut down wherever we happen to be sitting. … More I don’t remember falling asleep
Whilst going through my phone extracting video footage of Parker and I baking, I came across a whole tonne of Vlogs I’d filmed, but never edited because I was interstate and nowhere near my computer and software. So, laziness, and life being busy just pushed the videos out of my head and I never edited … More A whole tonne of footage…
I can’t sleep since you’ve been here. I lie in bed and feel you next to me, but you’ve left. I miss the feel of your hair through my fingers, the warmth of your cheek as my fingertips dance along your jaw. I miss the softness of your lips on mine. Our bodies pressed together … More I can’t sleep