Panic surged and she was certain she heard whispering voices. She dared not shift although everything hurt. Sucking in air as quietly as she could, Shannon concentrated on her breathing, trying to calm her heart so she could hear.

There was an old woman who was absolutely sick to death of being treated like a nice old lady.

Tracy was seventeen when she found out that fathers were not supposed to beat the crap out of you.

I like to get my ducks in a row, whether I am organising an event, preparing an e news bulletin, writing my folk tales, organising my household and children, basically corralling my life.

Let me tell you a story

There was an old woman who was absolutely sick to death of being treated like a nice, old lady.

It’s time for stories and time to tell, dreams weird and wonderful, weaving in and out words, images and thoughts wafting slowly by.

fondly imagine that there will come a time when I am not at anyone’s beck and call. When I can suit myself. I turned 50 this year and I am suitably impressed with myself.

Once upon a time there was a clockwork faery.Beautiful and gold she was intricately tiny.She would dance down among the flowers,dance and dance for hours and hours.

My son has autism.

He came to live with me when he was 9 years old. He was small for his age and the two years that he had been in and out of foster care had frozen him.

One of my favourite places is Phillip Island. I enjoy animals and natural environments.

Every now and then my cup overfloweth. I’m sure you know what I mean.