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”
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”
I love the ocean. This love is expressed through my underwater photography and amateur freediving (holding my breath while swimming underwater). Back on dry land I am also a busy mother and ‘everyday consumer’. Each time I filled my supermarket trolley with the weekly groceries for my family, a few questions haunted me. Continue reading “Undercover Plastic Detective”
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”
This could be the most important photo you see all year!
My heart was pounding and I hid under my hat like a criminal who was planning to commit a crime as I waited for the queue to disperse in front of the deli counter in a supermarket.
When it was all clear, I chose an employee who looked kind and competent and gingerly asked if I could buy 2 kilos of uncooked chicken wings and have them put straight into my re-usable container. The lady behind the counter looked startled and said she had to ask the manager, she returned a few minutes later saying it was OK.
She set the scales to deduct the weight of the container and stuck the barcode sticker straight onto the outside of my re-usable plastic container, which I then scanned at the self-serve terminal.
I feel like I have just changed the world. Stay tuned for more plastic reduction updates.