My name is Deb.
Once upon a time I wanted to be a photographer, Bono’s roadie, a diplomat, or a mermaid (though apparently that gig is difficult to get into). I didn’t really achieve any of that, but I am really happy with how things did pan out.
Along the way I travelled the world, worked in various lacklustre jobs, met my kind husband, and now I am a mother of two sparky little children. We live in Australia in a house surrounded by gum trees right next to a little creek. My kids stretch me, amuse me, and rock me to the core.
There is another thing. Cancer. Thirteen years ago, eleven days after my wedding, my world came crashing down. I had leukaemia. Four months later, after a couple of intense rounds of chemo, I walked away in complete remission. It features in my life because how could you forget it? I’d like to say it’s all behind me now, but these things are inescapably an insult to one’s psyche. It shapes who I am and how I live. The good part is that it’s made me grateful for every breath of health. The even better part is that I value the important stuff, throw out the rubbish stuff, and enjoy delicious details.
My first love is writing, which is why I’m here! Sometimes life is serious, especially because it’s the truth… so I write about it. I have passions: conscious parenting, social justice, and the human heart. I write about the realities of being a mother, trying to make sense of the hardest job I’ve ever had. And then there’s the light stuff, because life is also charming, eccentric, and terribly amusing.
I hope you’ll enjoy my stories.