Did you have your favourite top vomited on?

Get Up!

Martyr's self-squeeze tea-bags

Shhhhh! I'm just hiding 'cause I don't want to cook Christmas Dinner

Right youse had better be in bed by the count of three 1, 2, 2 and a half . . .

The prince in search of a virgin

My mother doesn't dress like that to do the washing up

Heavy door no. 3741

Could you just hold on a sec . . I think the dinner's burning

There ar breastfeeding rooms available you know

filling the bottle with love

The princess and the . . .

The cool waves beckoned to her . . .

Desiderata

excuse me mam I think you've left your bag behind

Hello! You have encountered The worm

The worm is a little website tour that worms its way through websites

about the work of Debbie Harman Qadri

It is part of the Ten days to the Island Festival

http://tendaystotheisland.blogspot.com.au/

the worm ends here today. But will be continued at a later date. You can return to the beginning of the worm by clicking the Festival link above.
Have a nice day!

Can't you see I've only got two arms

How lace was invented

Yes Darling

Oh dear I've run out of tenderness

Yep, that's right, I need an extension because

The joy of Offspring

Just the thing! shelley was delighted when she found a designer frock suitable for breastfeeding. . . . but alas the price was too exhorbitant.

we supply both maternity and post-natal aprons phatenwet and phreakyleeky pty. ltd.

Pissed housewife, pissed lawyer, pissed scientist, pissed con-artist, pissed publican and they're all mothers.

when shelley was 5 months gone . . she thought she'd treat herself to a shop bought maternity dress

discarded and disregared aprons

Apron strings

okay which one of you kitchen utensils ate the children's easter eggs?

Drugs Drugs Drugs!

she has the audacity to call me a bad grandmother

10 ways to spot the stereotypical bad mother

when shelley was 5 months

discarded aprons

apron strings

Nites out

do your breasts hang low

You can sing this to the tune of "Do your ears hang Low?"

which of you kitchen utensils . . .

the child remembered

yeah that's right . . .

why I never became a poet

why I did become a poet

10 ways to spot the bad mother

just one spray

breastfeeding

10 ways to spot bad mother

whoops, you dropped it!

I went to a conference in sydney once and heard some aboriginal women tell their stories about how easy it was to lose their children to the authorities and later I thought of this idea. When I look at this cartoon I always remember when I dropped my son. I was talking on the phone at the time and he fell down and hit the piano with his head. He later hit another piano with his head, in his sleep.