Text Baby The first time I received a text from my friend Sarah’s four-month-old baby, I was wandering the supermarket aisle checking biscuit prices for the perfect middle ground between taste and frugality. The screen lit up the side of my tote bag. Hey, it said. The top of the screen showed a number but Continue reading

Polaroid Rainbow Move on big rainbow Go and fly your colours where the rain don’t fall I see the sunset over the saltpans now. — Sister Kate, from the album ‘Lasso Country’ Sister Kate’s lyrics hauled me up the deserted track, all the way to the edge of the tropics, a long, long way from Continue reading

Blood and Black Coffee Here’s how I know. We’re out walking, when from nowhere, a pigeon waddles across our path – white head, but from the neck down, cigarette-ash grey. The delineation is startling, almost doesn’t look real. Lia freezes–I need to catch this, drops her bag and follows the pigeon, phone in hand. The Continue reading

It Was Always A Choice   The sunlight streaming through the window glinted against the hairbrush in my hand. I smiled as I ran it through my daughter’s hair, as silky and as beautiful as the day she was born. The past eight years hadn’t dulled its lustre – none of the stubborn frizz mine Continue reading