Author Archives: Grin & Tonic by Alana Kirk
Some days…
Some days it all comes together… and some days it all falls apart. Today was the latter. My recent attempts at reading Buddhism (whatever gets us through the day, I say) is being tested as my new found calm took … Continue reading
It’s a hard life being six
I’ve often wondered over the last couple of years how life got so bloody complicated – three young children, a gorgeous but work-laden husband, a sick mum and a million other pebbles that make the road a bit harder to … Continue reading
Things I’d forgotten about toddlers
The human body really is an amazing thing. In the days after my three caesareans I thought I’d never feel whole again – now I can’t even remember the pain. And our brains? They have an amazing capacity to remember … Continue reading
Party politics
It has begun. Party politics….. at six. Daisy’s forthcoming birthday party is turning into something akin to a CIA secret mission – we have subterfuge, secrecy, leaks, plots, diplomacy and coverups…. and that’s just the invitations. Last year it seemed … Continue reading
Talking around the issue
There are some things that have to be kept private – at least off the etheral, even for a blogger. And so I always find it hard to write my blog when a huge massive ‘thing’ is hanging over me … Continue reading
Manic Mannerisms
Ruby was one yesterday, but like a present being slowly unwrapped, she is the celebration. This has been the hardest time of my life, and there were many’s a time over the last year when I honestly did not think … Continue reading
My little trove of treasures
I am constantly amazed by how different our three girls are. Same genes, same upbringing, completely varying personalities. As Ruby’s character bursts through her blossoming body, a brand new element nudges its way into our family dynamic, all treasures to … Continue reading
The pain of love
It’s done. Another dreaded milestone in the loss of my mum. Ruby’s naming ceremony was held at the weekend…..without my mum. I still find it hard at times to comprehend how life can change so drastically on the tick of … Continue reading
What a difference a year makes…
Yesterday the girls went back to school and playschool. Uniforms dusted down from the wardrobe; new white socks in squeaky new shoes; hairs cut and washed; schoolbags eventually found, emptied, cleaned and repacked; breakfast table set. As we left, I … Continue reading
The bearable darkness of being
It’s nearly a year since my baby was born. And nearly a year since my mum had her catastrophic stroke. Undeniably the worst, saddest, most challenging, gut wrenching, heart tearing, mind wrecking year of my life. The sheer awfullness of … Continue reading