My Life should have had many full stops

My Life should have had many full stops

At two years old, I was floating in the middle of the Indian Ocean in a dank, urine-filled boat, a refugee of the Vietnam War. Separated from my parents, I was clinging to my grandmother, our bodies atop at least 50 other desperate people, not knowing where the boat...
The Unexpected Journey

The Unexpected Journey

Full Stop moments affect all of us during our lives. The Full Stop moment I’m sharing today affected our whole family. In 2005, I became pregnant with our third child, and we were over the moon with excitement. I’d always wanted one more child to complete...
Mother’s Day lessons

Mother’s Day lessons

This will be the third Mother’s Day that I wasn’t sure I would still be here for.  Does this mean my children came rushing in serving breakfast on a tray, wearing Little House on the Priarie style cotton nighties?  No.  Although full disclosure,...
Passing Time

Passing Time

It’s been six weeks since my father passed. The journey from Sydney to England, the final hours, the funeral and everything in between have blurred together. Captured moments are stored in a journal that I cannot yet read. The order of service, a treasured reminder....
The Fear Factor

The Fear Factor

I have a confession. I’ve been secretly writing notes to myself in between posts and not publishing them. I placed my writing under mind arrest – a portable version of a house arrest, but no less restrictive.  I allowed a mix of other peoples versions of...