If there’s one thing I hope Sydney-siders have learned this week, through the discussion, debate, and vitriol of not just the documentary itself, but the people themselves- and let’s not get lost in the word ‘people’ as just a verb, let’s instead embrace its essence, real, living people who showed immense trust and courage by allowing themselves and their vulnerabilities to be beamed around the nation for this documentary, it’s that the divide between ‘Us and Them’, confronting and ugly as it may be to admit, is still a gaping chasm that must be closed.Read More
Healing testimonies are great, but what happens when you step out into active obedience, and things don’t go according to plan… well your plan anyway?
A few weeks ago I visited a local beautician to have my eyebrows sculpted. So fancy! In reality, you hand over $10, and in return, a beauty technician or beauty therapist uses scalding hot wax to rip out your delicate eyebrow hairs, and you walk out of the salon with fantastically shaped eyebrows surrounded by red and swollen skin. Smokin’!Read More
Just a quick introduction before y’all lovingly spam my inbox with concern (for which I am grateful, truly), please remember; writing is my therapy.
Therapy, for the most part, isn’t a pretty, neat nor tidy package.
It can often be ugly, raw, messy.
This is what this piece of writing is. And for this I make no apologies, not this time, I’m sick of apologising for how I feel. I’m sick of disclaimers (which ironically in its essence is what this is) for how I feel. Just know that this piece of writing reflects where I’m at this week, this singular week. It is not my perennial state.Read More
I received the invitation from my friend Brett ‘Fish’ Anderson (please check out his amazing and diverse blog; Irresistibly Fish, you will not be disappointed) , to contribute an article to his series on Parenting, whilst I was smack bang in the middle of hosting my own magnificent personal pity party, all in honour of my perceived parental failure. So my initial response to the email was not exactly enthusiastic, more along the lines of: ‘OH HECK NO! What advice can I offer anyone?’
It’s fast approaching a year since the #YesAllWomen movement started. A movement that gave a voice to those who had been rendered voiceless. A movement that shed light on the alarming prevalence of sexual and physical violence that almost every woman, worldwide had experienced to some degree.
Almost one year on, and nothing has changed.
Women are still being raped.
Women are still being murdered.
This is occurring simply because some men insist on viewing women as being less human than they are, less worthy of respect.
So whilst ever violence against women remains a thing, I will not keep quiet!
NO I will not “just be silent and allow the rape”, as the victim-blaming, convicted gang rapist and murderer Mukesh Singh, suggested in a recent documentary.Read More
If you’ve been living under a rock this past week, or happen to only read reputable news websites, unlike myself, you might have missed the headlines:
‘Couple Caught In Office Sex Romp’Read More
This morning was not a fantastic morning. Nothing dramatically bad, just not very good, and all due to the fact that my husband, and I overslept.
In the space of 10 seconds we had been torn from blissful slumber, cocooned in warm blankets while rain danced on our roof tops, into the panicked reality of an even rushier (I made that word up) than rushed, morning chaos.
Oh what a rude awakening!