March 4, 2018

It dawned on me today as I was shopping at Woolworths this memoir I’m writing, is like the Directors Cut of a movie. You know the option you can pick where the Director talks over the top of the movie and explains how it was made. That’s these snippets. If by some mira...

March 4, 2018

So here I am on my second full weekend without the kids. And it’s the Labor Day long weekend too, which means an extra day without them. They are at their Dad’s and while I am enjoying the quiet time and space to write, something feels amiss. I worry about what’s reall...

March 3, 2018

I stayed a few more nights at Lisa’s house. Not just because I didn’t want to be alone, but incase Andy called the next night or the night after. Something must have happened to prevent him from calling. Surely I was at the forefront of his thoughts and something major...

February 17, 2018

Oh dear lord. I’m pregnant.

Sorry to leave you on that cliffhanger…but quite honestly. I had to leave it there to remember what it was I did next? It was all a blur from there. Lost in that larger pool of memories hovering about in the bigger dam.

      As I had done wit...

February 15, 2018

Last weekend my family came over for lunch at my Nanna’s (where the kids and I are currently living).  We ate quiche and salad, which was what was requested as the lunch offering and afterwards, my Mum, Dad, Aunty Linda and I sat outside at the glass outdoor setting, w...

February 3, 2018

It’s strange reminiscing on the past. Things I thought I’d forgotten are spilling out like water over the Mundaring Weir after a deluge of winter rain. Just like the dam too, the majority of memories remain on one side of the wall, while the memory only allows those  y...

February 2, 2018


By Tabetha Rogers Beggs

2 February 2018

Word count: 2754

Well, I’m on a bit of a roll with this thing now. I just calculated that I’ve written 8,874 words so far, and since I’m only up to 1991, this thing could become a novel by th...

January 31, 2018

So I lobbed on the doorstep of Lisa Panther’s house at 32 Gorseway Road in Earlsdon. The reason I have committed this address to memory is because it’s kinda fun to say in an Irish accent. Lisa and I had taken to saying it in our Dublin twang whenever we referred to it...

January 25, 2018

It’s been a couple of weeks between blogs, but driven by my crazy ‘Bad Mom’ friends, I’m compelled to keep writing. All writers need their readers and these ladies (for now) are mine.

        They’ve taken to Google Earth-ing the first address I disclosed in Part One of...

January 13, 2018

I finished Year 12 in 1988, auditioned for WAAPA, which even though I didn’t get in, I still think getting an audition was a huge achievement.

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