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
As an exinfertile I'd like to thank you for writing on that issue. It's very important to do so ...more