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Wellington… with kids
It’s a little late, this travel piece on Wellington. I came home from New Zealand to an avalanche of real work (and when you are talking snow, work piling up in your own business is about the only place you want an avalanche) and am only now just raising my head above the parapet. But…
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Sort of skiing in Middle Earth
I have a friend who describes skiing as akin to being chased around an ice-box by a particularly ruthless burglar who steals all your money and bashes you black and blue. Two days in and wallet appreciably lighter, it is hard to find fault with this description. Certainly, as I wince my way down the…
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The not-so-joy of Motherhood
I don’t think I’ve quite got a grasp on this motherhood thing. Just when I think I’ve got it sorted, everything seems to change. Conceptually, it’s as slippery as an eel in a BP oil slick. I’ve realised recently there are a lot of things I hate about this motherhood lark. Hate is a strong…
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Oh to be in Paris…
I love my family dearly…but sometimes I imagine I live in a modern one bedroom apartment in Paris, with a type writer, all by myself. I imagine an early morning café au lait and croissant, and taking walks through winding cobble stoned streets to the nearby market to buy a baguette and cheese for lunch. …
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I am a soccer mom (also known as – Growing Up)
I am a soccer mom. See that woman standing on the edge of the field yelling at the kids. Turns out, that’s me. I know you’re not supposed to, and I hated it when my father did exactly the same thing, but I can’t seem to help myself. If I was playing, I am positive…
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Is forty really the new thirty?
They say that forty is the new thirty, but quite frankly, when you’ve had two children and a decade too many Lindt Balls, I don’t somehow think so. Certainly there is no way I could fit into the skin tight jeans I wore back in the days. And I am definitely a lot more saggy and…
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Death
I have no words, still after all this time no words As though your death has rendered me speechless The blank paper beseeches me to remember you But my thoughts are like paper confetti Blown away in an sudden breeze. How do I put in simple phrases The complex man you once were How do…
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End of the Race
I am tired of this race This endless race With hurdles to jump And goals to embrace I am tired of feeling not quite good enough And burdened down with all this stuff That means nothing to me I suddenly find I have no wish to be so defined With a trophy shelf on my…
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Red Balloon
I wish I was a balloon Red with trailing tie, Drifting in a summer’s breeze In a clear blue sky. I wish I could just let go And float, free and clear Watch the earth far below. Empty, free from fear. I wish I could create a space That was quiet and still Where I…
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Midlife Unpacked 