Happy weekend!
It is 4.30pm on Friday afternoon. I have long given up on work and can barely write this sentence as I’m munching on deliciously salty, olive-oily popcorn. I’d been mature enough to grab a
How I learned to feel okay
Whenever grief wraps her arms around me, I remember this.
5 days on Kangaroo Island
When I stepped off the SeaLink Ferry in Penneshaw on the first Saturday of a brand-new year of 2021, one in a quiet huddle of locals and travellers, it was 8 o’clock in the evening, and the
Thoughts from Cedar Pocket
I thought an escape from the city might help pluck me out of a grey and despondent headspace.
I used to worry I was boring. Here’s how I got over it
Being 'boring' was a fear of mine; something I felt most acutely before any social event that didn't involve my closest friends or family.
