Category: Mother

Chapter 113: My son’s cinquain poems

Quarantine Poetry by my boy x A Cinquain is a 5 lined poem with the following syllable sequence: 2, 4, 6, 8, 2 Awesome Bones Systems (2 syllables) With my bone works (4 syllables) Not crumb(a)ling good thing (6 syllables) Of course my body… Continue Reading “Chapter 113: My son’s cinquain poems”

Chapter 102 : Dress to Empress

… Or – Writing Attire. Where are you going? My son asked. To work. I responded. Oh? Do you go somewhere to write? No. Then why are you dressed up? Because I’m going to work. But, you work at home. Yes, that doesn’t mean… Continue Reading “Chapter 102 : Dress to Empress”

Chapter 86: Too many dicks on the blog floor

…and why this is the greatest song ever written or performed. Disclaimer: Proceed with caution. Much non-sense making obscurities lie ahead. …Too many men, too many boys Too many misters not enough sisters Too much time on too many hands Not enough ladies, too… Continue Reading “Chapter 86: Too many dicks on the blog floor”

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Protected: Chapter 53: Fangirling all the way to Sydney

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Chapter 52: My Miyazaki Mushrooms

A few moons ago I had a gutsful of baby causing unlimited insomnia. After being ordered to bed-rest I took to the telly – time killing conveniences such as Netflix and Instagram were still as foreign as a whinge-free pregnant woman. I flicked and… Continue Reading “Chapter 52: My Miyazaki Mushrooms”

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Prologue: Foul Mouthed Forest Children

“Holy Moly That Scared The Shit Out Of Me!” …said my 6 year old son. Ah, from the mouth of foul mouthed babes. As bed time drew nearer and my sober hands became a little edgier, a knot in my daughters ridiculously long hair… Continue Reading “Prologue: Foul Mouthed Forest Children”