Hot off the presses is my new short story ‘Spirits’.


When four women travel to tropical Mexico they find themselves in heaven. Their days consist of sipping margaritas on the beach and dining in cute cantinas being serenaded by mariachi bands.

Their holiday turns into their worst nightmare when they are kidnapped and held for ransom.

This short story details how each of the women deal with this traumatic event.


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The Grass Is Always Greener


Flash back to six weeks ago and I was looking forward to the kid’s school holidays. I’d had enough of making lunches and encouraging (nagging) my kid’s to leave for school on time. I was sick of ensuring the kids had all their homework done and then confirming that they remembered to pack it to hand in the following day. I was also tired of being mum’s taxi shuffling kids to their extra curricular activities. I was ready for a break from all that to enjoy our winter school holidays.

The first few days were heaven with the kids relieved to have no school commitments. I enjoyed lying in and not worrying about what the kids would have for lunch, until almost lunchtime. But after a few days of relaxing the kids missed their friends and we were launched into frenetic socializing with school friends. My mum’s taxi route didn’t end; it just altered to collecting and dropping off kids for play dates.

Fast forward to today, the last day of the school holidays, and I can’t wait for the kids to go back to school so I can get my days back to myself. I’m longing to not have to hear whining about how bored the kids are and can they just have an outing, a friend over or some type of junk food. These holidays it actually seemed that the more organized a special outing was, the more the kids whinged about how bored they were. The best times they had these holidays were when they were left to come up with their own game or way to fill in time. They actually managed to devise some creative ways to entertain themselves.

So on the eve of the kid’s return to school, they are looking depressed at the looming term, whilst I’m the one trying my hardest to not do my happy dance in front of them. Tomorrow I may have to take back the responsibility of getting the kid’s into their school routine again, but thankfully I will be able to return to my normal routine as well (which includes more blogging and writing). But ask me in six weeks time and I’ll be craving school holidays again, because as they say, the grass is always greener on the other side!

What do you prefer: school holidays or school term?

Image courtesy of Clare Bloomfield, freedigitialphotos.net



It starts about a week out from school holidays. There is a buzz of energy that passes through our children. No one does any work for the last week of school as reports have already been sent and the whole school seems to be in a wind-down mode.

Then the first day of holidays hits and my kids are well and truly hit by the ‘holiday hypos’. My husband coined the term a few years ago after finding the kids were hyperactive from being delirious with excitement at the thought of no school. In a kid’s world, it is the perfect storm: a chance to stay up late; go on fun excursions that leave them exhausted and a diet of convenience foods.

The ‘holiday hypos’ consist of very animated, giggly kids that are ready and raring to do every activity possible right here and now. They act a bit like they’ve consumed a few too many red cordials to help kick start their holiday.

I always forget that it takes a few days of the ‘holiday hypos’ for the kids to settle down into a semi-routine and get used to the freedom and fun that each day holds.

I guess I’m guilty of having a mini case of ‘holiday hypos’ myself – except it is more at the thought of having a chance to sleep in and getting a reprieve from making lunches before herding the kids off to school each day. Of course, it is just swapping one chore for another, as holidays see me turn into recreation organizer, ATM and taxi driver!

Do your kids suffer from ‘holiday hypos’? Do you have any tips on how to calm them down, or is it better to get swept up in it yourself?

(Image courtesy of Vlado, freedigitalphotos.net)