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It.
Some days are so painful in my head, inescapably. I wake up and know the day will be anguish, mental. I brace to face existence aka life. A demon clinging since childhood, it grins when I rouse from...
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How wonderful men could be
“Sweet Daniel, This is my final week of late shift, because it takes me away from you too much. I told them I cannot do nights any more. I love you so dearly. I don’t like picking you up in the...
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To lead some kind of a Way
To be touched against your will leaves an imprint, ugly. I think it is not simple pleasure to the perpetrator. I think it is a sinister ego which seeks to leave an imprint on another person. Ugly....
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I’m Polish-Irish Aussie & can drink to the death!
I wonder if humans are born with a self-destructive gene. I really do. Of all the variants that bring on disease, talent or genius, is there a self-destruct gene in that mix? If I had the...
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If you lock him in a cupboard, that’s child abuse
With the entirety of our belongings in boxes and bags around us, Daniel and me stood in our empty lounge. I remembered the first time I learned the word ‘entirety’. I used it at school, the next...
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Small
G’day, Subbers, Correction…good FRIDAY morning!! The weekend is my time to visit YOU, to do yoga, to write, oooh yeah. The final episode of Daniel and my trip to Thailand will be delivered this...
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Having staggered into adulthood traumatised thus … new life
WELCOME back to the novel in draft, interrupted while I wrote about my recent trip to Thailand. Subbers, work again crushed my creative soul this week and I’ve not been active – not visiting (sorry),...
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Confessions by Mother
“No Dadda today”, Daniel said as I slipped my bag over my shoulder, swept the car keys off the kitchen bench and told him we must go now. By my outfit, he knew I was heading for business. I looked at...
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His tiny fingers blindly seeking, curled around a heart string, errant. And...
I kissed the top of Daniel’s head, his soft brown hair to my lips. I breathed in his young life, and let him go. He stood before me, my two year old, his face seeking reassurance that all was okay....
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Saved by Batman
A life. Just one. That’s all I am: a life, lived. And still living. I feel very pensive about this. Before Daniel was conceived, I was a woman single, living in a bedsitter. No family about. No...
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My heart hurt to beat
Karen, Chris’ sister, opened her front door and let me in. I did not like the atmosphere. Walking through her hallway, I turned into the lounge room. Daniel, on the floor, looked up at me. Again,...
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I’d just like to know
As shadows crept across my bedroom floor and cloaked Daniel’s trolley in a silhouette, I decided for the very first time in my whole life that the child would not be victim. I decided I needed to know...
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