Sour grapes

My newsfeed is full of female friends sporting their first bumps, many well on their way to parenthood. I find it really hard not to feel bitter as I look at their happy, expectant pictures on Facebook. Perhaps that’s how they used to feel about mine. This weekend I have been shrieked at many times.…

Teeth

It’s at this time of year that I always seem to punish my teeth. The collective disappointments, slights, weather navigation and shit wading of the average day gets taken out on my pearly whites in the form of an anti-brushing movement that has all the nihilism of the vices I used to have. These days,…

What happens when a community school loses its head, and forgets where its heart is

When we first moved to our area, back when Jonah was on the way, our local school was a typical state primary – housed in a squat, past-its-best 60s building that had started to crumble and spill out into pre-fabs in an ill-kempt front yard. And yet this school, with its ugly buildings and its unusually liberal…

Poisoned by breakfast

I have been uninspired. What with the world apparently going to hell in a handcart coupled with the fact that my life has settled into a quiet routine of work – new job – and – well, not much else, I’ve found myself rather lost for words. There’s so little point commenting on terrorism, war…

Greedy Cow, Mile End

Yep, we’ve all overdone it. My birthday proceeded Christmas preceded skiing proceeded Jonah’s birthday, this weekend. It’s the final hurrah before we go back to eating brown rice and bortorlli beans and wearing hair shirts. Just kidding. I don’t do denial in general, although wheat has proved my nemesis, but I have been trying to…