My place or yours?

I used to spend a lot of time in other people’s heads. Usually they were boyfriends, work colleagues, close family or friends; sometimes they were acquaintances or even strangers I’d only met once. Mostly, I went in there because I wanted to know what they...

A sacred place just for us

Please, please, open the door, I pleaded, experiencing my first ever panic attack as my best friend remained locked away in the bathroom with my precious diary. I was just 16 years old and already planning the suicide letter I’d leave my parents. If he read my...

How honest are our conversations?

Spend a day asking people how they are and you’ll probably be able to count the responses on your one hand: good, busy, well, ok and fine. Personally, I’m a third generation I’m fine’ girl. Once when I mentioned to a friend that my grandmother...

The healing feeling of summer holidays

The sweetest memories of my youth always involve our summer holidays. And these holidays always involved either the beach, the mountains or bush. Whether it be the carnivals, penguin parades or pier donuts at Phillip Island; the fishing, horse riding and bush walking...

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