As I write this, it is 10:21am, and the baby is asleep. He got to sleep at 9:30, which means he has already gone through one sleep cycle and is likely to sleep until 11 (fingers crossed). If you are reading this and wondering why I just wrote a whole paragraph on sleep, I am…
When we were in Melbourne for Christmas holidays in 2016, I took my husband with me to meet up with a friend in Parkville. On the there we went through Melbourne University and I pointed out all the places that were special to me from my six years I spent there. He wasn’t that interested,…
Let me paint a picture. Say you want to get into slow living. Maybe you want to be more present. You want to declutter; live a more minimalist life. Maybe you want to live a more low-tox life. You want to shop more ethically. You want to eat more healthily. You want to have a lighter…
When I first heard about the campaign ‘Take 3 For The Sea‘ on my favourite podcast, The Slow Home Podcast, I wasn’t that impressed. The basic premise is that you pick up three pieces of rubbish when you leave the beach, or any waterway. What does three pieces of rubbish do? I thought. I also thought,…
In January 2017, I started meditating every single day. I started out doing five minutes a day and made my way up to ten minutes (1). My ritual was to meditate as soon as I got out of bed. When I got pregnant, the only change was that I had breakfast before meditating. And I…
Massive spoilers for Love Warrior by Glennon Doyle Melton After I continued reading Love Warrior, I was amazed to discover that Glennon Doyle Melton makes the same barbie doll connection I made in my previous reflection post about the book. When her alcoholism and bulimia gets out of control, her endlessly loving parents demand her presence…
Content warning: eating disorders I have been wanting to read this book since I first heard about it over a year ago. Last Tuesday I found myself at the library and managed to pick it up. I was completely drawn in from the very first chapter, almost too much so. Her writing is so visceral…
Thoughts on becoming a mother, written when our son was six days old. I think we as Australians might be a little bit negative. As soon as people know you are pregnant, people are eager to tell you how your life is about to change forever. And not in a good way. I was at…
When I was pregnant, our doula said the most lovely thing anyone has ever said to me about my Asperger’s. She said, “I think you having Asperger’s is going to be an advantage for you in this area.” I was touched, and I don’t think I will ever forget her words. Too often, discussions about…
Note: This post is about the role of fathers in a heterosexual context, and is therefore inherently excluding of same-sex couples, and single mothers. I feel very nervous about posting this blog post. This International Women’s Day, I am celebrating my husband, known here as The Pilot, who is not a woman. Since I got…
My contemplation of the universe inside me started with the kicking. As my baby moved around inside me, not regarding my personal comfort, I realised that she* doesn’t know who I am. I know that there is a baby inside me, but the baby doesn’t know that I am a person encasing her. The womb…
Yesterday I made the mistake of shopping at Coles for the first time in about two months. There were just a few things I wanted to buy there. I ended up utterly depleted of energy and by the time I made it home, collapsed in a pile. Coles is not friendly to my Asperger’s Syndrome…
