Too often the first question from my friends' lips, when I mention a new man in my life, is ‘what does he do?’ “He makes me happy that’s what he does” is my answer. I could say he’s a chef… Continue Reading
Love
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
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
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
I didn't expect to fall in love while in Vail, Colorado but I did. My dead mother sent me to Vail and while I now have a very slight inkling as to her reasons, there were many times in the… Continue Reading
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… Continue Reading
I have a child. Apparently her name is Sylvia. I know this because I was introduced to her at The Golden Door health retreat in Australia in a 'Soul Awakening' session that was gifted to me by the retreat. Of course… Continue Reading
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… Continue Reading
