My mum was a teacher when we were growing up. She eventually gave it up for non-governmental, non-profit work but there are still embarrassing memories of being treated as a teacher’s daughter. However, being as young as I was back then, some of these memories have blurred into one and have started to fade. I am, now, however, dating a bookie-turned-writer-turned-teacher. This brings with it its set of perks!
Guest Blog – 5 in 5 by Classical Gasbag
Norm and I became friends over a floppy disk. It’s a long story that I’m saving for an important occasion but what started off as friendly information sharing became a friendship that now spans across a blogging platform, a mailing platform by some corporate called Google and a good old fashioned pen to paper medium they used…
Guest Blog – 5 years in 500 words!
I haven’t hosted Adam here before, but he is THE BOY that I keep talking about. Show him some love. Time stretches back in the form of memories, highlights, edited collections of things we choose to retain. If you had just 500 words to talk about about the last 5 years what would you choose…
I’ve been meaning to write about this old dutch couple that came to volunteer at my parents Aid & Development project. I’ve been meaning to write about it because they seem completely oblivious to 21st century etiquette. For example, they didn’t think there was anything wrong with them bringing their giant dutch flag and wanting…
Nephew – Princess Pea was crying today when I gave her some chocolate Me – Why? Nephew (dropping his voice to a whisper) – I don’t know. I think she got hormones. (Things kids pick up while eavesdropping on conversations about your pregnant sister)
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