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
Do you remember the days when our parents used to ‘burn the papers’? For those who are too young to understand that term, let me walk you back to my childhood, by the edge of Lake Macquarie in New South Wales, Australia. Continue reading There’s Something in the Laundry
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
The large dark skinned man is about to enter the secluded sandy pathway ahead of me, his friend, who is behind me, calls him back. They let me go on ahead, and they both follow closely behind to a place I’d never been before … Continue reading Sacred
I have spent four years writing my debut memoir. One of the themes in the book is real versus imagined fear. Continue reading Real or Imagined?
Social Media: Does it bring us together, drive us apart or leave us more isolated?
I almost died this week. No, I’m not exaggerating and I’m still checking myself hourly to make sure I can see, think and speak clearly. Continue reading Blood in the Water
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
Deep. How much courage does it take to go deep, deep into the darkness, to spend time and explore what is in the crevices or our psyche? Continue reading Deep
I was recovering from a broken heart, when a shy man entered my orbit. I was an extrovert, Tim was an introvert. Conversations were stilted, but there was something about this guy … Continue reading A Good Man
I open the door and run. The suburb is unfamiliar; I don’t know where to go. My mind is a blur as hot misery whips into my eyes, like sleet in a storm. My bare foot lands on a concrete footpath, a tear splats beside it; which way? Continue reading My World Ended in a River: Is This Me? (Prologue)