a time to wait

I feel like I’m sitting on the bench. On the sidelines of the game of my life. It’s winter. In Canberra. A city that I adore for its people and the bush not too far from any suburb, but a place that is undoubtedly not my home. Something happens to me in winter. My energy, my…

on being honest

It’s after midnight. I’m coming to the end of a 24 hour communication black out. No phone. No social media. I’m home by myself. I find periods of time alone and without my phone beeping and buzzing and crying for my attention like a young pup to be incredibly restorative. I don’t subscribe to the…

hold up, feminism- we forgot half the passengers

Trigger warning: this post deals with sexual assault against men and women and may be distressing for some readers.  I am a feminist. Straight up. I’m comfortable with it and I hope that in the face of some influential leaders distancing themselves from the label (hello, Julie Bishop) that it won’t deter young women and men from picking…