Time To Wake Up To Myself
byI wouldn’t dream of hurting my kids…or so I thought.
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Help Wanted
by“I can’t find her!” she said, the worry in her voice increasing and engaging the interest of mine.
This Doesn’t Add Up
bySo far on the Bargara to Kenilworth leg we’d swapped knock-knock jokes, talked turtles and discussed, in non-flattering terminology, the driver who’d overtaken us on double lines…
My Daughter And Drugs
byI picked the girls up from school today when the usually rather pleasant and chatty drive home took a turn down an unexpected laneway.
Let The Adventures Begin
byThis week is a bit of a milestone for this family. For the four months since Tracey has been home with us we’ve effectively been treading water, putting our lives on hold until Tracey’s had the energy and stamina to do more.
Pillow Talk – Part Two
byI think the first thing I should mention, before I get into tonight’s post, is Tracey’s Mum and I get along just fine and there is no emotional tug-of -war or uncomfortable silences when I’m with her. Historically speaking.