Everyone wants to be a writer. And they should. Leading the dance of words across a page to create a picture that the reader canContinue Reading
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This is grief, for now not ever
I rock back and forth, arms pinned in close, left hand in fist on my sternum, right hand clasped over it. This is grief. ThisContinue Reading
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Stop it, just stop it
I’ve noticed, of late, actually scratch that, I’ve noticed for a long time the number of people who comment on images of their friends’ daughtersContinue Reading
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The puddle that thinks it’s a creek
“Hey, how are you?” It’s Justine, my friend from Queensland calling to make Christmas plans. “You’ve got me in the middle of burning my motherContinue Reading
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The life of an adult child
For six weeks in a languid summer four years ago, deep in the south of France, I lived a simple life in a medieval villageContinue Reading
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Sugar coated grief is still grief, no matter how you coat it
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 thatContinue Reading
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Suicide, a 7 letter word with more than 13 reasons why
This post is about suicide. It may trigger you or cause you distress. You have every right to look away if you think it willContinue Reading
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What does he do? He lives in a lion’s heart
Too often the first question from my friends’ lips, when I mention a new man in my life, is ‘what does he do?’ “He makesContinue Reading
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Death is in the details and on my phone
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’tContinue Reading
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Since when did life come with a stylist and a hashtag?
I cut my thighs the other day, deliberately. On an image editing website. It was easy to slither off a bit of my thigh, softenContinue Reading