Today, I intended to edit Part Two of my memoir Is This Me? However, I slipped sideways and found myself writing a blog post instead. Maybe because I can’t bear to read my story again. Continue reading “Mental Health Day”
What do you think of when you see a tattoo? Is it a sign of rebellion? A symbol of inclusion? A memory? A tribute to a loved one? An expression of creativity or an eff you to the world?
Angie greets the day early; nervous butterflies tickle her very being. She loves to challenge her prejudices. The possibility of opening her mind energises her as she wraps the oversized dressing gown around her taught waist and whispers in her child’s ear, “It’s time to get up darling. We have a special day. Please wear something culturally appropriate.” Continue reading “When the Smoke Clears”
One of my favourite authors is Hugh Mackay. We have a lot in common. A passion for understanding how the human mind works and how we relate to one another. Continue reading “The Cult of Happiness”
Today, I found the time to tend to my garden bed, which had become a little derelict since the peas finished a few months ago. Life just got away from me, photographing, holidaying, writing, attending seminars and a host of children’s commitments had kept me very busy. Continue reading “Freak”