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
Elephant Tales
This post is about suicide. It may trigger you or cause you distress. You have every right to look away if you think it will save your own life but if you think that reading this will save the lives… Continue Reading
I cut my thighs the other day, deliberately. On an image editing website. It was easy to slither off a bit of my thigh, soften out those facial wrinkles and add some colour to my hair. So I did. Because,… Continue Reading
My ex boyfriend once showed up at home with shopping bags filled with women's clothes. For me. I had, in a funk of self loathing, been complaining about the weight I had piled on and my inability to find anything… Continue Reading
'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
I am supposed to be writing a book but instead I am writing a blog, but they both start with a 'b' so I consider that progress. It is better than sitting on the carpeted floor of the Explore Bookshop… Continue Reading
The box canyon of Telluride in Colorado was surely made by unicorns who clicked their golden hooved heels and created a natural amphitheatre straight from a kids picture book with mountain peaks that thrust skyward protecting the town below with… Continue Reading
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… Continue Reading
