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Dinosaur sponges and detachable heads

It was the night after we bought the crib and assembled it that the strange dreams started. My husband put it together—a plain wooden crib—while I sat on our bed, folding baby clothes. We positioned the crib next to my side of the bed and then pretended to pick the baby up, comparing notes on …

What to do with the past?

A week and a half ago we moved for what I hope will be the final time. We’ve bought a house and we are finally settling down—for at least ten years, I tell myself, because despite how much I hate the stress of moving, there is still a part of me that equates settling down …

The woman behind the pram

In my third year of university my husband, then boyfriend, lived in a house close to a primary school. I practically lived at that house and so I would often walk through the park and along the creek behind the school on my way to and from lectures. On my morning and afternoon walks I …

A postcard to 2020

There’s a song that we often play in the week between Christmas and New Year. It’s called, rather appropriately, “The Week Between” and it’s by John Roderick and Jonathan Coulton. There’s a line that I love and that I keep playing over in my mind: The week betweenNew Year’s resolutions and conversations with last year’s …

On not reading

It’s no secret that I love to read. Being a reader has always been a huge part of my identity; I don’t remember a time when I didn’t love reading and books. As a kid, I loved going to my local library and getting out a big stack of books. I’d go home, dump the …

Of toast and time

The other day, I finally accepted something about myself: I like to eat toast for breakfast. Of course, I’ve known this for years (and my husband clearly thought I was stating the obvious when I told him about this new-found acceptance). In fact, I can (and have been known to) eat toast for every meal. …

How to fold laundry

It’s winter and I’m home from school. My mum is in the kitchen chopping vegetables and I’m kneeling on the couch in front of the window. Our house has a bay window, a divided-lite window—the kind with lots of little panes of glass. I can’t see out of the window because the dryer has fogged …

I want to sell you the world

Last night I watched the first episode of Our Planet, a Netflix Original David Attenborough series. It has been on my radar for a while and I wanted to watch it, but I also knew it wasn’t going to be comfortable viewing. I was right. I desperately wanted to look away, to close my ears, …