Tag Archives: Ambiguous Loss
An academic reflection of 9/11
For the last two and a half years Ive been knee deep in journal articles, academic ponderings and large books. Those large books double as platforms for your Mac so that when on Skype people look at your face, not … Continue reading
The threads that stretch – a TSIB interview
Hello. Is anyone out there? Its been weeks since my last blog post I lost my blogging way for a moment. I existed in the outside world rather than the online one. But Im back! Im currently packing for my … Continue reading
Stuck in the middle with you
I bent down this morning and ran my hands over my legs. It had been a long month of not shaving them, of not wearing shoes other than a very worn pair of birkenstocks and of pulling on a random … 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
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
Ripples of emotion.
Sarah Godwin, Kate McCann and Nicki Durbin In some strange twist of fate I emailed Sarah earlier in the year for a piece I was writing for a magazine but the email got lost in cyberspace only for her to … Continue reading
Impostors in the world of missing?
Faye and Mark’s sons image has been splashed across the media for the last few years. That’s how I met them, they receive support from an old colleague of mine who has a passionate desire to right wrongs and to … Continue reading
My brother David
A few years back Robyn and I went to watch a performance. A story I had written about her in 2005 had been turned into an interpretive dance piece. We sat still in the audience watching it play out ahead … Continue reading
Rituals for the lost, is it possible?
But your name is written on my heart forever And there is never a day when I do not search for your face Somewhere, everywhere, anywhere I see a turn of a head A back that reminds me of you … Continue reading
