The Childless Side of the Room

I write for three hours at a time, while my children, a toddler and a pre-schooler, play with their babysitter. Right now, I can hear the musical sound of their laughter drifting in from the front yard. Well, not really. Right now I can hear the musical sounds of their shrieks. They appear to be fighting over a leaf. Ah, now, they’ve resorted to violence. It’s obviously a very fine leaf. It’s autumn here in Australia. We have no shortage of leaves. ...more
I did not plan for children, but after my child, I wanted another one.  The second one has not ...more