Loss

Sugar coated grief is still grief

Sugar coated grief is still grief

I returned to the place of my mother’s death today. A lone hospital room in neutral hues with a view of the blossom trees that line the wide streets of a manicured country village not far from Sydney. The room… Continue Reading

Death is in the details

Death is in the details

I have photos of my dead mother on my phone. Not my mother before she died but my mother’s body after her death. I don’t seek these photos out but they occasionally come to me in those thumbnail photos that… Continue Reading

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.… Continue Reading

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… Continue Reading

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