Travel stories from a mum looking for holidays filled with bonding not baby sitting.
One of my earliest memories is of making signs with my mum when we attended a “No Nukes” rally. I still have a badge somewhere from that day that says “I trusted my government and now I glow in the dark”. It was the 70’s, what can say. Though she was a bit of a... Continue Reading →
I had a very odd interaction the other day. I ran into and acquaintance, who I hadn’t seen in ages and we hugged and exchanged pleasantries. She then asked me for a favour, a contact that she knew I would have and I said “of course. I’ll flick it to you on Facebook”. She sighed... Continue Reading →
For the kid and I, there is really nothing that compares to the fun of heading to a festival. It’s not even just the draw of the artists on stage. It’s about where we stay, it’s about the loud singing in the car and what other craziness we can fit in around work while we... Continue Reading →
I was an especially dramatic child. In kindergarten I fell in love and it was your classic Romeo and Juliet story. At the age of 5, I announced to my mother that my class mate Toby and I were moving in together. I wasn’t asking her permission, just making her aware of my plans. Toby... Continue Reading →
When I was a kid, we used to go camping all the time. Loading up the Kombi and headed for the nearest Folk Festival. The original inspiration for On Tour with the Kid was getting back to those memories. Holidays on a budget and based on actually spending time with each other as opposed to... Continue Reading →
On the list of things that annoy me, and it's a long list, is a rant I recently saw on social media. The short version of what was a three paragraph long complaint penned by a female acquaintance, who had been waiting for 3 months for her husband install the brackets so that she could... Continue Reading →
My mum had me, her only child, at 18 and raised me by herself. Despite conventional wisdom of the early 70's, I don't think it ever occurred to her that she couldn't do it on her own. What other people thought was of no concern to her. This fact was the subject of the biggest... Continue Reading →
Some people are just built to be parents, some of use have to learn as we go. My best friend is the former. He is emotionally wise beyond his years. He bends over backwards to make the people in his life happy. Even as a teenager you could tell he was a family man just... Continue Reading →
There is a trip, a pilgrimage really, that the kid and I have made every year since she was born. The annual trek to the Tamworth Country Music Festival. For us it's a work trip but the one she most looks forward to every year. For a busy working artist the festival is hectic but... Continue Reading →
I grew up in a town that is often the butt of jokes. Dubbo has been made fun of during the Logies, on radio and in print. There has been memes about Dubbo all of which point to a town full of barefoot banjo players with a packet of smokes conveniently rolled up in their... Continue Reading →
On tour with the kid 