Never The Same

The day of my 16th birthday dawned hot and clear. The bright Melbourne sky seared impossibly blue outside my bedroom window. It was the first day of the school year. Year 11 beckoned. I could hear some commotion in Mum and Dad’s room, next to mine. Small noises, sighs and groans as they moved around…

Honour My Parents? Really?

Love

Part Two of Living on Purpose “Being a parent is the most important job anyone could ever do.” I read that statement by Christian rock legend Larry Norman when I was six months pregnant with my first baby, and I was completely flabbergasted. I mean, really? To me, important jobs were things like being a…

The BIG Coverup

Toys

For some reason this day four-year-old Joseph was cross. And I was cross back at him. I was asking him to do something which I thought quite reasonable. I can’t remember exactly . . .  it may have been to put his toys away. But did he want to do it? No! At this stage,…