Travel stories from a mum looking for holidays filled with bonding not baby sitting.
I have a significant birthday coming up. 50 which is only muttered in hushed tones when people ask. I have no issue with the number but I do feel like every milestone number makes you contemplate how far you have come, if you have done enough with your life, if you are where you want... Continue Reading →
As I write this, I waiting for a friend I have known for over twenty years to have a baby. My own child and the inspiration for this column is asleep next to me. My friends' older children are asleep in the spare room. I am still one of those people who are amazed, even though I have been through the process,... Continue Reading →
A few years ago, just after the Kid and I had attending the funeral of a friend, we started a new family tradition. He was the kind of guy who made the most out of life. We were sitting at a red light after the service and the song that they had played at the... 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 →
One of the best nights of my childhood involved being on the side of the road somewhere near Yass in a Kombi with no headlights. I know that sounds like the start of a Stephen King novel but it gets better, I promise. It was 1983 and my mum and I were travelling from Orange... Continue Reading →
On tour with the kid 