If my hair looks great, I feel great. My favourite look is shiny black and dead straight, although it took me years to appreciate this style. Continue reading “Toxic Beauty in a Plastic Bottle”
We appear to live in an age of unprecedented personal freedom. We can express who we are, whatever our identity. Continue reading “I’m a weirdo – I don’t bag my bananas”
To meet the world on its own terms and respect the reality of another as an expression of that world as fundamental and inalienable as your own reality is an art immensely rewarding yet immensely difficult — especially in an era when we have ceased to meet one another as whole persons and instead, collide as fragments. Maria Popova, Brain Pickings Continue reading “Is Your Mind Bendy?”
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?
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”
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?”
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”