COVID stole music festivals, COVID stole the Kurilpa Derby. For me, living in Queensland, COVID has taken much less than it has from most. I am not complaining. But I fervently hope COVID won’t run off with the APT10.
Too many months have passed without self-indulgent writing, with no wordy rambling save skinny scratchings in a work-related notebook and the occasional sentence plugged into my phone’s orangey notes. Someone has left a whole watermelon on my doorstep. The eyes have been scratched out of a massive poster of Wil Anderson up the […]
Sincerely I promise this will not morph into a mummyblog. Eeek. But there’s a time to recognise unexpected gifts that my kids give me, and nod at the pile of things I am thankful for. Number one, or close to it, is the current moment. The Now. Man, I’ve practiced yoga since 1996, and didn’t […]
