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
Loss
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
'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
No one is immune to depression. I learnt that this week when a friend died by her own hand. Her stunning renovated home in an idealic enclave of peace didn't keep the black dog at bay, nor did her perfect… Continue Reading
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
I have just spent half an hour sobbing into a Sass & Bide t-shirt found on the floor of my car parked outside a Thomas Dux gourmet supermarket while a friend on the end of the phone teaches me how… Continue Reading
I am obsessed, obsessed I tell you, by the Let Them Walk video currently doing the social media rounds (I've posted it at the bottom of this blog). The message is so simple "when people can walk away from you… Continue Reading
