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The Bush Rustles

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
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A Different Person

I have a diamond. Just one. It sits alone on top of the gold of my engagement ring. The other day, I turned my diamond, this way and that, in a stream
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Bold

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
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On Top of the Coffin

My husband Andy’s wooden rosary beads are descending into the grave on top of the tiny white coffin. And I want to shout, “Stop!” Grey clouds move in, turning off the weak
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Zero Birthday

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,
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You

When Ellie said to me, “I suppose it’s too late to do anything about it,” I replied, “I don’t want to do anything about my baby.” No, I didn’t want to kill
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X Memories

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
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Who Cares?

My husband Andy and I are sitting on our old wooden chairs on opposite sides of the wobbly table in our front garden. Our eyes are following the bees which are buzzing
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Visit

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?”
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Unfair

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
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Time

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.
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Saturday Snapshot

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
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Recognise

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
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Quick

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
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Hi, I’m Sue Elvis!

I'm an Australian author and blogger.

I’m writing the stories of my life, searching for meaning and hidden delights.

I have lots of questions I want to explore such as:

Are we more than mothers and wives?

What do we do when our kids grow and no longer need us?

How do we age gracefully and keep our sparkle?

Can I really let go of my unschooling blog?

Will anyone read my Carol Bird posts?

Will we become friends?

Will we encourage and help each other to become the people God created us to be?

As well as pondering the big questions of life, I love sharing books, creative ideas and anything else that comes into my Catholic mind!

My children’s novels

My unschooling books

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