Travel stories from a mum looking for holidays filled with bonding not baby sitting.
My best friend and I live in different states, and our kids are the same age. She has two boys, and I have a girl. We often discuss typical teenage issues, but I don’t tell her enough how much I admire her. She’s raising two respectful, intelligent, and well-rounded young men. I used to be... 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 →
There is a moment, when the door shuts to the outside world. The room is lit only by the flicker of candles on the table, the applause from the introduction quiets and an artist takes the stage. Even if you have listened to their music before, hearing someone live for the first time leaves an... 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 →
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 →
For me, travel has always been intrinsically linked to music. It certainly wasn't due to the state of the art music system in the car I holidayed in as a child. On the contrary, In the late 70's when my travel memories began neither the Kombi, the Moke or the Datsun 180B that mum owned... Continue Reading →
On tour with the kid 