Crack on anyway

When I was young all I wanted to do was write. When I wasn’t writing, I was reading.

Every Intention

Every intention I used to make New Year resolutions. Lose forty kilos, save a million dollars, write a Nobel prize winning novel. Then I would feel guilty for failing. Cue my inner critic: 'Well derr.' I have a habit of setting the bar too high. In school I aimed for A+. I was never happy … Continue reading Every Intention →

That’s a wrap. Thanks 2021

I haven't written much lately. I have been lacking hutzpah. I think I have been suffering from Pandemic exhaustion. Is that a thing? I feel like it is. How are you feeling? This last couple of years has taken its toll hasn’t it? I want to say ‘enough already!’ Remember when we got to New … Continue reading That’s a wrap. Thanks 2021 →

Going old school

I used to think an annual family newsletter was a bit impersonal. Turns out I was just a Christmas card snob. I would make, write and send cards as if my life depended on it. One year I made, embossed and then wrote seventy cards! Sheeskabob! This year for one reason and another I have … Continue reading Going old school →