It was between morning tea and the second lecture of the day that I raced across campus to the printer. The morning I had asked the kind man to triple check my USB. I needed to make sure that the final, final, final version of the thesis was the one being turned into three bound copies for […]

Today is World Social Work Day…strangely it’s a day that not many know of, despite the fact that most of us might know, might love, and might have worked with or worked for a social worker. Two decades ago I made the vague decision to follow a path into the wonderful wonky world of social […]

Next week it will be a decade since my first marriage ended. Love after love was high on my list of priorities in those early days, ways to navigate the dark arduous moments of being left to care for my daughter. A decade is a long time to be pondering those wounds, the wounds that […]

  The purpose of turning this talk in to a blog post is one part posterity, and the other part a lesson on learning to listen to the whispers. The image I use in the opening section of the talk, about what I learnt from my PhD, focussed on the artist Kelly Rae Roberts and why […]

Next month it will be exactly one year since I stopped drinking coffee. Please don’t think you have stumbled across a wellness/paleo/whole30 blog, the reason why I’m sharing this post is two reasons – one, as a way to listen to the whispers and two, because its an important way for me to reflect on […]

Last night I sat on the lounge room floor in my pyjamas, It was my birthday so we had a floor picnic for dinner. My 9-year-old daughter was sharing a funny story that she had heard in the playground about the birds and the bees leaving my two step-daughters and my husband crying with laughter. Our youngest […]

Next week Ill take my 351 pages of my thesis to the printer and have them bound. Three neat copies that will head over to examiners probably dotted around the globe to read and dissect and discover what I found when I tried to understand the experience of hope for families of missing people. My uni […]