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It Wasn’t Poo!

It Wasn’t Poo!

It was a Sunday afternoon and the kids were involved in an intense game of backyard cricket when my 10-year-old neighbour dropped the bat and ducked quickly through the house and out the front door. “Where’s he going in such a hurry?” I asked my husband, Leigh. “He’s...
Deep Down Joy

Deep Down Joy

Last week I cried so much that my husband had to come home from work in his lunch break to help me calm down and breathe. He just came in and sat me on the couch and held onto me for as long as he could before disappearing back to his office job; like some giant,...