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Saying sorry…
Im not one for aspirational quotes. I think the more time you spend on social media the more you tend to notice peoples love affair with the written word. Not necessarily their own but quotes from famous old people…(I … Continue reading
The Ride: being heard
This is an image from The Ride. where Anton visits the site of his accident. Everywhere I look this year its been about people taking the leap out on their own, not waiting until the proverbial knock on the door, … Continue reading
Faces in places
One of the reasons why I started blogging was to practice my writing skills and to give me some respite from the essays I was finishing for uni in the first year of my masters. The research coordinator suggested … Continue reading
Wear it red
Today is Day for Daniel. Its an important day that asks people to reflect on the need for child safety but I guess even more than that, safety for all of us. Big and small. To go about our lives, … Continue reading
What I cant un-see.
There is an image of a lady floating around FaceBook at the moment. She is missing after a night out in Melbourne and people are desperately sharing her picture in the hope that it will bring her home. A few … Continue reading
Happy Birthday to you
A year ago I sat down at my desk and began to type. Id been promising myself every New Years Eve that this would be the year that I’d take the leap and start to write. For the last 8 … Continue reading
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The art of storytelling
This week is all about the story. I was reading with my girl in bed last night, about some re-worked fairytale classics where the goal was for us to work out the story behind the story. The one she chose … Continue reading
Frankie says…Choose Life (a guest post)
Lisa from Giving Back Girl responded to my plea that I was lost for words. Writing for uni and freelancing with tight deadlines can do that to a person. Im word spent. Here she is talking about her space in … Continue reading
All those odd socks.
The Morcombe’s released a statement this morning about the frustration of, one year after their son’s remains were discovered, there is still no access for the family to his body and their need to have a funeral – a send … Continue reading
The C word…
A few days ago I took a little excursion to a suburb Id never been to, to collect a book that I needed. On the way home I was mulling over the conversation Id had with the nice man that … Continue reading



