Emily Fernan
Stories (7/0)
Grieving the experiences we missed
I’ve spent months debating whether this is something I should write or something better left in my head. But I am a stronger believer that words are more dangerous when they’re trapped in our minds, and by putting it on paper (or digital blogs) it is a safe place to store these thoughts.
By Emily Fernan3 years ago in Families
Perfectly Unbalanced
While I adore astronomy and like to delve into fantasy and magic all to often - astrology is not something I ever really got into. As an early October baby, my star sign falls to Libra - the scales of balance and harmony. I always found this amusing when I was younger - I preferred to cause chaos and destruction wherever I went. I argued with my sister purely for sport and I was never particularly interested in being social.
By Emily Fernan3 years ago in Futurism
Inexperienced in experience
As an adult, we more often than not end up spending the majority of our waking time at work. It’s been said before, and will continue to be said for the foreseeable future but it is still an important thing to think about. We require an income to survive, which means we must work in some way or another and usually we start at a young age.
By Emily Fernan3 years ago in Journal
Choosing a Child Care
Selecting a child care centre is a difficult task that a lot of parents and carers end up facing at one stage or another. The decision to leave your child with complete strangers, qualified or not, is not one that a lot of parents take lightly. Unless of course you are like me, and are desperate for a day of sanity and peace with little concern given that these carer's are often very qualified. However, I was blessed with the good fortune of an easy going personality and previous experience working in child care - so I didn't have as much anxiety as a lot of parents would. Having been on both sides of the fence - both a parent and an educator - I think I have a solid foundation on being able to provide advice on selecting a child care centre.
By Emily Fernan3 years ago in Families
The Caretakers
The thumping of her heart roared in her ears as she ran across the open field. The sky was open and wide, but Simon had never felt so claustrophobic in her life. She could feel her legs turning to lead as she continued to pound her way across the grass and towards the forest. A loud crack sounded not far behind her, and she heard a piercing whistle go past her ears – they were gaining on her. Simon’s pack bounced across her back as she willed herself to keep running – fearing that if she thought too much about keeping her legs going, she would surely trip over herself. There was shouting in the distance and the sound of hounds barking started up – a shiver went down Simon’s spine. The forest was but a hundred meters from her now – she could surely reach the trees before the hounds reached her – right? Hearing the hounds racing through the tall grass behind her, Simon mustered whatever she had left in her and pushed herself until the safety of the trees were within reach and then dived into the forest. Her legs kept pushing her until she was safely concealed behind bushes and shrubbery and Simon watched carefully between the branches as the hounds raced and stumbled to a halt on the boundaries of the woods. They paced back and forth along the border, growling and snapping as their masters caught up to them. Simon could see them talking amongst themselves, likely trying to convince one and other that there was no need to continue forth into the woods. As Simon worked hard to slow her breathing and catch her breath, she watched as the masters turned around and led their dogs back to the town with them.
By Emily Fernan3 years ago in Humans