Hidden Nightmares

Daily Prompt: Proclivity Creative Writing: Megan’s daily practice, a ritual developed to make it from one day to the next, had become her only solace. An escape from what she couldn’t face in the faces of everyone she knew, and many that she didn’t. Now, the very thing she felt was holding every molecule of her…

It’s Christmas time Again

So it’s Christmas time again… and if it is a time you celebrate — you will also know it can be the busiest, happiest, most stressful and for some the most heartbreaking time of the year. For me, I will get through the day the best way I can this year, as I consider how…

3/12/17 – It’s December already.

It’s December and with that comes another first. I don’t really know how I feel about the month ahead. Numb probably explains it best. I am going through the motions, getting things done and for the most part trying to feel normal, it’s a new normal but one I’m trying hard to create … even…

The Night We Met

Daily Prompt: Percussive My Dear Husband, I could feel the percussive rhythm of my heart beating almost out of my chest. I had never done anything like this before. But there was something about you. I could not let this moment pass or I might regret it for the rest of my life. You were…

Missed Opportunities

Daily Prompt: Clutch Creative Writing Lesson 10: Part 1: using creative licence. Part 2: change the context of this chapter by switching the last paragraph to the first.                  Diary entry June 17 He had always thought his family didn’t get us and that made me sad. Not for me…

24/11/17: Write it Down

It’s been 731 days since the excitement of heading off to Queensland on what would have been our last family Gold Coast holiday. I remember even packing for that trip was fun – sadly, we didn’t get there.  Now I can’t remember the last time we made that trip together, as a family, and I’m…

12/11/2017: No room for Regret.

If in doubt, follow your heart. As with death, in life — there is no room for regret. I guess in some ways this is another cautionary tail. When my husband Bren was diagnosed with pleomorphic sarcoma in June 2014, we were shocked. It is a rare disease and was diagnosed at late stage. He…

29/10/17: Death – a conversation

Death: a single moment in time where all that comes before is living; and so too, all that comes after. Grief is an ongoing process; reading through and organising my diary entries from the last 3 years has been a cathartic part of that process for me. Portions of the following post have come from a diary entry made…

23/10/17: The Shed Luxe…is exactly what I needed!

A little Update: As I mentioned in a previous post; toward the end of Bren’s cancer story we had both become very aware that I would have to opt back into working outside the home to continue to support our little family where he left off. We knew that there was some superannuation and insurance…

18/10/17 Happy Birthday Bren

Hey Babe, It’s a tough day today. Beautiful painful. Beautiful because today we celebrate an incredible human being, you,  whose humanity was equaled only by how you were loved and how you loved. Painful, because you aren’t here physically to celebrate with us. We miss you babe, and as all the first’s roll around without…

10/10/17 Beautiful Painful

I’m sure many have experienced the depth of sadness and undeniable beauty I have, in a pure and joyous moment of remembering — where both the beauty of a cherished memory and the pain of devastating loss can be experienced simultaneously – enhancing each to a level barely tolerable and yet you let the feeling…

01/10/17: Brendan loved the ‘Kombi Festival’

‘The Old Bar Festival is not a festival to us…it’s our religion.’ ~ Tyra Maloney Perfectly summed up by our daughter this week, the Kombi Festival as it’s affectionately known in our house is the Maloney Mecca. The first Old Bar Beach Festival was amazing, our kids were toddlers and we pushed them around looking…