Welcome to Mumdanity.
I'm Meg, a writer and mother living in the inner-outer-inner suburbs of Melbourne, Australia with my noisy husband, rapidly growing little girl and oversized neurotic puppy dog.
A writer since my very first notebook, I have dabbled in everything from short stories to sonnets to scripts and have regularly been spotted daylighting as a Communications specialist across the public and not-for-profit sectors.
Mumdanity is my fuzzy parenting brainchild; it was born during the foggy fug of early motherhood and parental leave and is my preferred non-alcoholic method of chronicling, processing and cogitating the mumdays and the world they fit within and around.
Mumdanity is not a journal: it is a mixed menu of reflective rice puddings, baked shit storms, observation and critique stir fries, and plentiful cups of stubborn opinion served with chunks of shallow and serious.
If you would like to complain about the service, suggest a menu item or chat to the cook, please leave me a message here and I will get back to you as soon as I untangle myself from the fitted sheets.