(Sometimes) Daily Notes

If only you could see my face, all wide eyes and down-turned mouth, a silent scream. It’s been forever since my last Daily (sic) Note but I’ve flipped open the laptop determined to publish. And as is my habit, I started with the title, jotting down the first thoughts to form in my fuzzy brain…

Behind the scenes with seven amazing women, not girls, on a weekend getaway in Melbourne.

A day spent walking, giving blood, contemplating my dog's mortality and conquering a web design demon.

A tired reflection on a good life marred by badly-managed days.

Another night ruined by 17 years of bad parenting.

Forced to slow down in the slow lane