Ruthlessly, my partner and I flung old stools and moth-eaten floor rugs into the large skip plonked in our driveway.
When I say ‘my partner and I’, I mean me. I was the ruthless one. He was the reluctant participant dragged along in my wake.
It was June 2020, in the early days of the Covid-19 pandemic when we decided to move to the city (read about that here). My son had already left home and we were bored, needed jobs and were keen to start our third act.
We combined households a couple of years before and having moved…
I didn’t know I even had ADHD until a year ago after I had been studying creative writing for eighteen months. I noticed that I found essay writing more challenging than other students. Now that I am diagnosed and understand the traits of an ADHD brain, I feel less of a dummy. Medication helps with motivation and focus.
A common misconception is that we have a complete lack of attention and focus. In my experience that is not true, I can’t sustain focus on things that bore me (and I get bored very easily). …
We stood around the bed as Gramps was dying. Children, parents, cousins, aunties and uncles, three generations of us frozen in time. Holding our Breath. Sucking the air out of the room.
I stroked his hand, blue veins showing through transparent skin. His pulse was strong. He was minutes from the end.
In New Guinea, those hands gripped the rifle as Gramps held back the enemy. Young and terrified in the chaos of the jungle. Heat and filth and dirt. He thought his unit was behind him.
Once strong, his hands steered the bicycle thousands of miles from…
Middle aged Australian writer from Melbourne. Mother of a kind young man, partner, friend and foodie. she/her