Old and Free

At loose ends … Being a mum is probably the best job in the world, Well for me anyway. I grew up thinking that this was going to be easy you know? G et pregnant, have a baby (easy)  G et a husband (yeah right, who was I kidding?) No one gives you a book with all the instructions, you just have to figure it all out yourself. W hat the hell is happening to my body? Why did I do this? W hy can’t I see my toes anymore? Being a first time mum I was scared shirtless (computer won’t let me put what I wanted) It was so weird!  I had been a size 8 all of my life, then all of a sudden I wasn’t and it was like I had just eaten my former self. W here did this fat person come from ? I had to get clothes that would cover this enormous bump. Now in my later years I've found that having my children grown up I was at a loose end and that I needed something to fill in my time. Having always wanted to go to university to study art, I thought it was about time I got off my de

As the sky slowly turned to black there was an orange glow in the town of Mildura, it was the writer’s festival approaching. Photo by Donna Baldwin from the 2017WIA@Mildura Festival It all started on a Friday night in Mildura, it was a gala night that started a four day event the likes of which most have never seen before, oh except for the previous years of course. I myself could only dream of what was going to happen as this was a first for me. You could feel the cold as it was that time of year in July when we get the best frosts, I’m sure one was come tonite, but it was nice and warm inside the Mildura Club as the manager kept the   log fires were burning ,      it was as if   everyone knew that something was on!! There was a special person coming from a faraway land. His name was Jason Porter and he was from America. I was really excited to meet this man and maybe take

Are you a thin book? Are you a fat book ? Are you scared of all the other book s ,do they bully you to the back of the shelf. Can you over come the idea that you are alone?...... Can you cry about the story within your pages?...... Do you really care about the fact that no one will buy you?...  You  maybe stuck here for years to come ....... If only I could help you ..... your friend across the shelf.

                                                                         Jardin My garden is my retreat from the real world .I can be anyone in this garden and the plants don’t judge they just hang , stand and grow as I go around clipping them and pruning them into shapes .It shows me the ever changing seasons through the various colours that appear throughout the year. Being in the garden gives me   a sense of peace with the small sounds like the birds chirping and the mozzies making their presence   known with that annoying hypnotic sound which seems to be so close but yet so far away forever buzzing in my ear , always wanting to bite me and secretly destroy my peace . The water sounds so relaxing coming from the fishpond as it serves many purposes both practical for the dogs and their ever need for cold water and the very   life existence   for the fish that are also relaxing in the cool water   just swimming around. Sometimes I also stop and use this water as a cool