Meg Lawton’s Articles

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My Just Desserts

June 29th, 2015
I don’t have a lot of parenting tips- mostly I muddle along trying to get from one end of the day to the other without tripping anyone up. If we all go to bed alive and kind of happy I call it a job well done. If nobody has lost an eye, and we have ... Continue Reading »
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I Don’t Care

June 25th, 2015
I like to think I am a caring person. But this, this is one thing i just do not care about. You can tell me about it a million times over, and again I will look you in the eye and say, I do not care. I actually have a bee in my bonnet about ... Continue Reading »
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Ode to Dad

June 2nd, 2015
My dad just turned 80. I do not know how as he has managed this magic trickery as he remains stuck at 60 in everyone else’s eyes. He plays tennis, walks all over town and is still wielding a chainsaw, mattock and climbs to the top of waterfalls. Perhaps 80 is the new 60. We ... Continue Reading »
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Who Do I Think I Am?

May 20th, 2015
Who do I think I am. Really? I know I can be all manner of things, good and bad, depending on my sugar levels, planetary alignments, a decent coffee and whether or not I’ve remembered to floss in the last year. I can make people laugh, cry and run for their lives. I am mostly ... Continue Reading »
It’s an odd lesson to learn, one that has been poking and prodding at me for years. I haven’t quite figured it all out yet and  feel as though I shouldn’t even speak about it for fear of being labeled a pessimist, because I really don’t think I am, for I always see the wine ... Continue Reading »
I write because I have to. Not because I have a million amazing thoughts racing around my head that must be written down, or that I have ideas nobody has ever heard, words worth repeating, insights, perspectives or lessons nobody else has learned. I don’t write because I’m clever, have a way with words or ... Continue Reading »
We are a pretty predictable family. We like our routines; our after dinner summer night swims, watching The Voice, Wednesday I go to the local market and library, Thursday is coffee with my parents, Sunday is dog-park day……….yes, our life is rather predictable. Predictable and comfortable. But one of our predictable routines is not comfortable ... Continue Reading »
You know you’re “home” when you feel like crying in a supermarket car park while pushing a shopping trolley loaded with overpriced basics, just because. Just because the moment is perfect and just because it’s all so familiar. I have never lived in this small seaside town before. Five months ago we lived on the ... Continue Reading »
He is rather extraordinary, and not just for his good looks and charm. There is so much more beneath his sweet exterior. In meeting him you will find a wonderfully polite and interested conversationalist. He will smile, nod and delight the socks off just about anyone. Company well worth keeping. For some unidentified reason there ... Continue Reading »
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My A Game.

April 21st, 2014
It will be fun I say. Have a go, just try it. Get out there, and have a bit of fun I say, more than once. Join a team I say, audition for the musical, try an art class, cooking class, robotics class, learn to surf, debating, why not? Go on, just give it a ... Continue Reading »
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An Introvert Comes out.

April 13th, 2014
Some of you may be surprised by what I am about to share. Contrary to popular belief I am in fact an introvert. My loud laughter, story- telling, and almost always sincere interest in your life are clever cover up skills I’ve developed to put you off the scent. You see, I’ve had this feeling ... Continue Reading »
She leads me to the top of the headland, to the highest point. If we just go over this way you will see it she urges. What? I ask. See what? All of life, she answers, hurrying me along. Come on come on! So I do, hurry- for how can I possibly miss all of ... Continue Reading »
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If The Shoe Fits.

March 31st, 2014
The story I am about to tell you is all completely true, profound and stays with me to this day. A lesson I’m still learning, a lesson a child is still teaching. It is about a boy and a pair of old wooden clogs. Take a seat, put your feet up. He was 4. He ... Continue Reading »
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Daydream Believer

March 24th, 2014
I am well aware that what I’m about to say will make me sound like a crotchety old woman. But, I’ve been called worse, so I’ll continue. Perhaps it’s because I feel left out, a little jealous or have an unhealthy need to be the center of everyone’s attention- but I have absolutely no idea ... Continue Reading »
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The Cutter.

March 16th, 2014
Girls, boys, just kids bleeding themselves of the pain within their veins, within their hearts, minds, and lives. Words don’t help- they mean nothing, pointless noise skimming over the surface of self-loathing. Those fawarway sounds don’t even begin to touch, what’s deeper within the shadows where words will never reach. Ahh, but a cut, a ... Continue Reading »