Smash and grab

I was a woman with a plan. If some asshole was going to hijack me or smash my car window I was going to go medieval on his ass. I was going to be a hardcore Ninja assassin. I was going to scream and shout and let it all out. I was going to stab […]

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Shots fired

“There’s a little incident downstairs.” Incident: an instance of something happening; an event or occurrence. E.g. “several amusing incidents” There was nothing amusing about the ‘incident’. Also, it wasn’t an incident. It was a bloody (literally) armed robbery. Not the curious incident of the dog in the nighttime. When we set out to go to […]

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So, there was this snake…

There was hooting. There was shouting. And, I ignored it. I was in my happy place. Snuggled on the couch with a cat watching NCIS on Netflix. That didn’t last. “Mom. Mom! There’s a snake on the car!” “Hmm. What?” “A snake. On the car.” Bugger. I popped my head over the balcony. There was […]

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The struggle is real

I did the middle-aged spread shuffle this morning. I was damned if I was going to lose the battle between my waistband and my favourite Levis. It took a few minutes of jumping up and down. A few more of sucking in. And, finally, the victory dance of doing up the zip. I could buy […]

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Friday Fictioneers: The big fish

The old men sat in quiet comradery, sipping tall glasses of lager and reminiscing. “Did I tell you about the time I caught a shark?” asked Jack. The assembled company sighed. They’d heard it before and didn’t believe anymore upon its frequent retelling. “I was fishing at the pier, when all of a sudden my […]

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Regatta Ready

You’ve probably been to a regatta by now. Chances are that you took way too much or far too little. There is a balance between nothing and the kitchen sink. While your child is packing boats on trailers, you’ll find yourself doing much the same thing. Another rowing mom shared her regatta ready plan with […]

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Rowing sisters (and brothers) with blisters

As you slowly watch your child’s hands degrade from soft and supple to something out of Freddy Kreuger, you will doubt the wisdom of this sport. Get used to it. Cheese grater hands are par for the course. Don’t indulge any wallowing, it’s just attention seeking martyrdom.   You will cringe. There will be ooze. […]

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So, your kid wants to row…

I met some new rowing parents.They have no idea what’s in store for them. Here are some t hings they need to know.

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