Sitting on the sofa under my soft fleecy blanket, safe in my bubble, I read the latest news and discover that a second wave of covid-19 is about to hit our state.
Quinn and I are meandering down the main fire trail when the bush rustles. I freeze and tighten the dog’s leash. My eyes follow a fast-moving wave of sound that explodes into
Each week, since the pandemic closed our churches, we’ve been able to attend our parish’s Sunday Mass online. On our devices and TVs, we can see our priest standing in front of
My daughter Imogen and I are standing in front of the birthday candle display in the supermarket. “Which ones would you like, Mum?” I look at the boxes that each contain 12 candles,
My fingers hop over my keyboard, tapping out ‘words beginning with x’. A few seconds later, I’m scrolling through a long list. “Did you know there are lots of words starting with
The phone rings and when I answer it, love rushes down the line. It hits my ear and then travels to my heart. ”Hey, Mum!” says my son Callum. “How are you?”
After dinner, I settle on the sofa, and Quinn clambers up beside me, putting her big heavy paws on my lap. My girls take their seats. So does my husband Andy. Then
This morning, as I was driving into town, I noticed that the trees that border the main road are shrugging off their autumn leaves, exposing their winter bones. Time is marching on.
As I stand in our back garden, hanging the clothes on the washing line, I listen to the laughter drifting out of our family room window. My girls are rearranging furniture, spreading
Imogen hunts through the top drawer of the tall chest that stands in the hall by our front door, looking for our hymn books. She finds the old red Living Parish books, held together
Quinn bounces at my heels, her leash trailing behind her. She’s grinning. She can’t wait for me to find my shoes. We’re going for a walk through the bush. “Shall I come
I’m driving alone, on my way home from town, early in the day. As I pass through the rock cutting tunnel on the narrow road that winds into our village, I plan
When I emerge from the cafe holding two coffee cups, I discover my husband Andy standing on his regulation isolation spot, chatting to a socially distant mother and her three young children.