So many emotions swirl around when you discover you need IVF. You go in search of your tribe, uncovering a plethora of online support. I want to address what happens when-after a truckload of heartache- you fall pregnant. The IVF clinic were my family. I clung to them, and saw them most... Continue Reading →
You’ve written a blog post that you’re proud of. You’ve read, re-read, edited, re-edited and then edited again once after you’ve inevitably discovered lots of mistakes that were missed. You’ve created a pinnable picture and included all your social media links.
Then the little-one starts to cry. Dinner needs to be made. The laundry needs to be hung out to dry. In my world, papers need to be marked.
For those of us that want our blogs to be seen, but have busy schedules, children, jobs and homes to maintain, we often find it difficult to promote ourselves to the biggest possible audience. Time is always our biggest barrier and in the blogging world it is highly unlikely that a post will receive lots of views simply by pressing the publish button.
When researching this post, I found lots of blogs that were offering lots of advice that I didn’t…
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So, my friend and I went to Vivid last Saturday night at Circular Quay. She is hysterically funny in that dry, laconic Australian way. I texted that my daughter and I were in the loos and wouldn't be long. She said she would meet us there. I waited and waited and when she didn't show,... Continue Reading →
Sugar... The issue is close to my heart. I watched my beloved Grandmother endure the horror diabetes inflicted on her. Her legs were eventually amputated. I was a healthy vegetarian when I fell pregnant, and I was then diagnosed with gestational diabetes. My endocrinologist and dietician looked at my food and exercise diary and could find nothing amiss,... Continue Reading →
I had never attended a soiree/party-plan before I had a child. It might have had something to do with my being a hermit, but still... When my daughter was a baby, I received my first invitation, to a Tupperware demonstration. I grumbled and was cynical and quite frankly, a bit afraid. The demonstrator and I clicked,... Continue Reading →
A group of home schoolers met up at The Opera Centre in Surry Hills this past week. I admired opera, though my knowledge was pretty basic. I have learnt that it isn't really an elite art, as previously thought. It is a complex mix of drama and music, and expensive to stage. I was excited... Continue Reading →
A woman with auburn hair was walking in front of me. She was holding the hand of a little boy. For a moment, I thought it was you... I kept seeing you everywhere. In the shops, in the park. You can't be gone! The horrible realization struck me afresh. You should be living in Balmain with... Continue Reading →
The 15th May was your birthday, Serena. You would have turned 41. This time last year, I was wrapping your gift, and my daughter was writing in your 40th birthday card. Tonight, we were getting ready to take you out for dinner with the kids. There was no indication that you were sick at all.... Continue Reading →
We went on a tour of our town's annual art show. It was a thrill to see the names of friend's amongst the talented artists. My little girl was buoyant. She has settled into the new regime of home schooling superbly, and her confidence has been lifted. To be able to do things in her... Continue Reading →