Loneliness is stored loosely in the back of a cupboard always lurking, ready to pounce when you are least expecting it. When I was 8 years old, I was left home alone while my parents were out on the farm. It happened a few times that I had to walk home from the bus stop… Continue Reading
It is the common theme running through conversations I have with my friends who are mothers – many are exhausted, trying to find the work/life balance and determined to do the best for their children and families. I am beginning to think we are setting the bar too high. The glow has gone from their… Continue Reading
I remember, almost religiously, when we were young, Mum would bring home the dreaded packet of Combantrin and we would all have to drink that horrible liquid to be wormed. I am sure Mum thought that we were always infested. We grew up on a farm with lots of animals but still. I also know… Continue Reading
In a world driven to label everything, there is even something called Rushing Woman’s Syndrome. Coined by author and biochemist, Dr Libby Weaver, it is the label for women who are stressed out, over tired, coffee fueled and lacking good support networks to talk about being a woman. In her book aptly named, Rushing Woman’s… Continue Reading
In my post, Where the wild things are I wrote about the worrying fact that teenagers between the age of 15 and 19 are Australia’s most violent people, with boys making up 90 per cent of this figure. I questioned if we were doing the best we could to bring up our boys and how our culture could better… Continue Reading
In my day job, I have the great pleasure of meeting people from all walks of life. I meet politicians, homeless, actors, addicted, famous football players, bankers, lawyers, street dwellers, eccentrics, people living with a mental illness and many more. I share their heartwarming and heart wrenching moments and stories. I met Barry a few… Continue Reading