I tiptoe across the internet trying to find some voice of reason. Noise. Just lots and lots of noise. “That blog copied my blog post!” “They used my photo without my permission!” “They want me to write and not even pay me for it!” “They want my advice for free – how dare they?” “My…
The Rolling Pin
“I think I will bake.” I say to myself. It is uncommon for me to want to bake – I have never been good at baking – but I am at home on my own, and slightly bored. I am reading Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert and feel the need to create something. I’ve seen a…
The unchartered road to finding our bravery
When I was a child, despite my turbulent and chaotic homelife, I believe I was somewhat brave. When I was 8, my mom would get me to sing “Scarborough Fair” in front of her friends because she loved my voice so much. I would also sing “Amazing Grace”, a song she loved so much that…
From the Winter of Discontent to the Spring of Living
I sat there staring at the screen. A curious little creature stared back at me. Hands clasped together, in the shape of a gun, pointing at me. Pew! Pew! Pew! Die Bitch! The words stung me, as if I was staring down the actual barrel of a gun. This was my website four weeks ago. I…
The chrysalis of life
I’m undergoing a change. It’s been an awfully long time coming. Slow, like a snail, gliding, unfurling and expanding inside my brain. It feels like I have been in a chrysalis for so long now. As I break my way to the surface, I find myself unsteady, wobbly even, with my new emerging wings. It…
ON THE INSTINCT OF MEN AND WOMEN BARING THEIR BREASTS
Recently I saw a question being posed asking how the women in the forum felt about women having the right to go topless. That if, as a woman, you wanted to walk down your street with no clothes on top, like a man enjoys now, you would have the right to do so. A plethora of…
THE FIGHTING FOR OUR AUTISTIC CHILDREN NEVER ENDS
I’m at it again. I have turned into THAT mother, again. The one where when teachers see me coming, they groan, roll their eyes and wish to goodness the world would open up and swallow them whole. Or me, maybe they want the world to swallow me whole. Either way, I am THAT mother. Last year,…
THIS IS WHAT IS AT THE HEART OF DEPRESSION
I climbed into bed. I knew they were coming. I could feel it long before they actually fell. I rolled over, placed my head on Mr C’s chest and let them fall. “Are you okay?” he asked. I didn’t answer. He knew. “Oh Sarah, my love.” His soft voice only served to act like…
WHY TWITTER’S BRAND NEW APP #PERISCOPE IS NOT FOR ME
Oh my goodness, what a week it has been. First off, as I wrote about here, I had a truly unusually busy weekend. For an introvert like me that is a lot of going out! Then, yesterday, I woke up and the heating system had died – yep. But amongst all this, I’ve been…
I DO NOT LIKE THE COLD
Our heating conked out this morning. My mom always used to say that you can always judge the character of a person by the way they dealt with things going wrong in their life. My character is pants. I do not like the cold. At. All. Which is weird because I live in Melbourne. And…