My second podcast with Tim is worth your time. You’ll hear my husband get fired up over the attitudes of shark activists and I use the F-word – ‘fundamentalism’.
My husband, Tim and I started a podcast! Our conversation covers corporate competition, infiltrating recycling plants and how being a mosquito may prevent a plastic catastrophe. Continue reading “Our First Podcast Was Fun – We Talk Plastic Pollution”
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?”
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 am a professional photographer. Weird stuff occasionally happens to me while I work. One man unzipped his pants and Continue reading “The Square Rectangle”
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”
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”