Thanks for the Facebook memories, not

Thanks for the Facebook memories, not
'Facebook memories' let me know that my mother, Joy, died 18 months ago this last week. Thanks Facebook. Now there's an anniversary I wasn't planning on marking. Why? Because my grief had finally got to the point of not counting.…

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I have slept with all kinds of crazy

I have slept with all kinds of crazy
By the time most of us hit at least mid thirties it's pretty safe to say we're no longer virgins. I've had my fair share of longer term relationships and despite body and gender shaming rules that belong in the…

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Sex, love and open hearts

Sex, love and open hearts
I used to think that saying you wanted to be loved was weak, that saying you crave to be touched by someone who cherishes your body because your body houses you was also weak and I used to think that…

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Finding a new normal

Finding a new normal
It's been seven days since I embarked upon a momentous life altering experience and in my disneyland thinking I expected everything to go perfectly. There lies the problem, expectations. But I am human, sigh. You can't expect to have a…

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Zipcode: heart, the home within

Zipcode: heart, the home within
There's nothing better than arriving home after a long day, time abroad, illness and the like. But what if you don't have a home? I am officially homeless and jet lagged and have, again, underestimated the destabilising qualities of both. Humans…

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This is not my last goodbye

This is not my last goodbye
Goodbye has never been a word I have embraced. I play Houdini at parties, simply disappearing by doing a runner out the door when no one is looking. Just because I don’t want to say goodbye. My phone conversations finish…

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Homeless by choice

Homeless by choice
It was the hand writing that set me off. A simple R written on a jewellery box built for a solitary ring. I found it while doing the final packing up of my house today before I soon begin a…

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The panic before the heart of the storm

The panic before the heart of the storm
Sell. Donate. Dump. Three words I have been living by for almost two weeks. I am moving. Scratch that, I am evacuating. Selling everything in my home and heading overseas for a writing sabbatical. Why? Because my dead mother told…

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When social media confuses the dating game

When social media confuses the dating game
You'll never guess the gender of this overheard conversation. When men obsess like women and vice versa .  It's 10.00am on a Saturday. I'm sitting in a waterside cafe ingesting my first caffeine of the day. Next to me sit two people…

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