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 […]
When you think of Social Work you don’t often factor in the potential media opportunities that might come from that career. Back in 2004, after securing a job with a State Government organisation, I received my first call from my media spokesperson. He talked me through what the media story was about and gave me tips for […]
The best part in doing a PhD is the busy label that comes attached to it. That even on the weeks when I’ve done nothing more than stare at the screen and play Angry Birds on my phone I can still pass it off as work. ‘Im finishing up my PhD‘ I tell people. They nod, mutter about […]
There is a disconnect when you write the stories. That you have to ask to hear them in order to write them. Sometimes in the telling, the sadness bubbles back up to the surface for those who open up and tell. I get that for the most part my layered understanding about the telling of what […]
The business coaches are right. Every day on my social media feed I get a link to a free online training video, a post about being the best entrepreneur you can be or an inspirational quote about just getting on with your dream. I used to read lots of them – keen to find the […]
I was at my daughter’s parent teacher interview this morning. My lovely husband at my side. Small scribbled notes on the teachers paper in front of him and an excel spreadsheet up on the board telling me where she was in relation to everyone else. I looked up at the graphs and the diagrams and […]
My desk is a afloat with post-it notes. Ideas for articles, short sharp lines that might be useful for my thesis, action items that remain unactioned. They act like tumbleweed – blowing past my desk, curled up and yellowing from their jar near the window. Sometimes I wonder if its best to bin them, scared […]
Back in the early noughties I returned home from overseas. I worked hard in a job as a shift worker offering counselling to women surviving domestic violence. We often worked alone at night and those small voices on the end of the line at 3am made you question how much you could really do from […]
I was listening to a man speak on the radio the other morning about the way he, as a journalist, found it difficult to ensure he remained objective. Objective when reporting trauma and death in his own country. That it was impossible for him to stand back and report the facts of what he saw […]