All is not lost
Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh. William Blake I’m hoping pantry moths don’t count. Before we left Broken Hill I gathered fresh rose petals … Continue reading
A room of one’s own
“A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction…I would ask you to write all kinds of books, hesitating at no subject … Continue reading
Give sorrow words
Speak your grief, that’s what Shakespeare said. Give sorrow words. Push through the emotion that chokes your throat and find the words to express how you feel. This week I witnessed … Continue reading
The Good The Bad and The Damage
Oh joy! It had me singing along to the radio, wiggling my hips and jiggling my arse. It was rain. Merciful, gentle blessed rain falling from the sky. Two weeks … Continue reading
Moving house is not stressful
They say that moving house is one of the most stressful life events, up there with divorce or death. I disagree. We moved from Broken Hill to Sydney this week. … Continue reading
The Good Life
What makes a life worth living? I’m half way through Hugh Mackay’s thought-provoking book, The Good Life, and he keeps coming back to the notion of happiness. Controversially, Mackay thinks … Continue reading
Strawberries in the Desert 
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