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Grief in online communities – What do you do when you lose a friend you’ve never met? It’s odd how we socially construct ways to live our lives. The invisible to-do or how-to lists that allow the word ‘should’ to creep into our psyche. When I go and talk or teach groups of people about ideas of […]

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I hang out in a few little online gatherings. Places where people share tips and tricks about navigating the fabulous world of freelancing and cheer with you with the wins and send sad face emoticons when the wheels have fallen off. Megan is in that gang. Last week she launched her e-book on freelance writing […]

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The other weekend there were two cries for help sitting in my newsfeed. Two people who made randomly vague statements about life not going well for them and the need to be somewhere other than here. I scanned back and read them a few times. I was worried that my social workiness meant that I […]

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Two years ago I was getting ready to return to work. My boy had just turned one. My girl had just started school and my masters degree was bubbling along when I had the chance to tweak and twist it between 8 and 10 at night.The first post I wrote still stands up as one […]

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Image from here Last week a little email wandered in to my inbox. It wasn’t unkind but it did make my heart skip for a moment – it questioned the use of my blog title in terms of a registered trademark. I contacted Jacqui on the advice of an online friend and she helped me […]

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Last week my long service leave ran out and I’ve found myself in leave without pay land. I knew it was coming but the creeping sensation of being cast adrift felt like the opening scenes of Life of Pi. Where the uncle explains that the art of learning to swim is about accepting that a […]

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Image from here I sat on the floor at a friends place the other day catching pieces of avocado sushi that my son was lovingly stabbing with his soy fishy. My friend had delivered two beautiful babies in the last 18 months. She looked busy and content. We swayed into the safe territory of books […]