A trio of poems

In honour of World Poetry Day (which was actually yesterday), I thought I would re-publish three of my own poems – poems that are dear to me in very different ways. The first I wrote for my daughter, the most precious thing in my life. It tries to capture those moments in the wee small hours […]

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A Different Child

As some of you know, I have one child – not by choice. I wrote about my struggles to have a second child and my experience of recurrent miscarriage and secondary infertility in this article, which was published in a New Zealand magazine last year. I wanted to share my journey for selfish reasons – cathartic […]

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Selling Beauty to Babies

My six-year-old daughter was invited to a party this weekend. The little birthday girl is a delight and I would have loved Miss B. to attend. After checking out the venue online, however, my partner and I decided we had to decline the invitation. Club Girly Girlz hosts parties for young girls centred around getting made […]

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Brightness

It is Miss B’s birthday today. I wrote her a poem not long ago (see “My daughter’s bedside, 3am.” Today, however, I bow to the superior talent of New Zealand poet Denis Glover (Dec 1912 – Aug 1980). For you, my darling daughter. Happy Birthday. Brightness I am bright with the wonder of you And the […]

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My daughter’s bedside, 3am

Mothers Day (tomorrow in New Zealand) is always special to me. I am so proud to be a mother, and so very grateful.  I wrote this poem today. My daughter’s bedside, 3am You are far away, somewhere mothers cannot follow. But I am near; so near your breath is my blanket. It won’t be long until the […]

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The Stories Within Us

I had a most illuminating discussion with my daughter at the dinner table last night. We were talking about reading and stories (as we often do), and Miss B. said to me matter-of-factly: “I have all sorts of stories inside me Mummy, so when I’m alone I can take them out and read them.” I was […]

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The Hurty Bottom and other stories

The most gorgeous 5-yr-old in the universe (aka my daughter, Miss B.) was awarded a certificate at her school assembly this morning. The certificate read: “For writing some awesome stories so far this year. You are trying so hard with your writing!” Miss B. is turning into quite a storyteller. Every morning after mat time the […]

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The Duck Huggle

OMG, my daughter (Miss B.) has beaten me to it. She’s written a book. And it’s good. Gripping, even. She disappeared to her writing corner the other day with paper, a pen and a determined look. More than an hour later she emerged, ink stains on her fingers and that slightly wild look on her face that […]

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Family Pass

This article was published in the December issue of NEXT Magazine here in New Zealand. Actually, let me qualify that. The published version was edited a bit, and given a title I didn’t particularly like. In general I was happy with the finished product and the editor was very respectful, going out of her way to let […]

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Fancy Feet

I went to my daughter’s school today to watch the annual Book Week parade. I was amazed. Every single teacher and child had dressed up as a character out of a book, with a focus on Heroes and Villains. Ella had decided to be a doctor (“Doctors are heroes because they help people, Mummy”), and very proudly […]

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