We’re all crazy. Some people are just better at hiding it. I wish we wouldn’t. It’s here again. The fatigue unlike any other, both dreaded and familiar, worse than the summer I had glandular fever. Unlike the flu, however, IRead more…
In my home I don’t belong
I’ve been gone nearly as long as I lived there. Like the cliché, I left as soon as I could, at 17, heading south for university. I only applied for degrees that would put at least a day’s drive betweenRead more…
An interview with my mother
On Christmas Day, my mother and I had a brief spat. The point of friction was that I was enjoying a re-run of Mean Girls and, as the time approached 7.20pm, I hadn’t turned over to the ABC yet. “Can’tRead more…
On life with acne as a woman
When I was 23, I was elated to land my first corporate job. But I also felt out of place in the busy office complex, where everyone was older than me and wore a lot of black. I applied myRead more…
Safety in numbers – why I was inspired by the #MeToo movement
I’ve been a victim of sexual assault and emotional abuse since my teenage years. I can’t remember what age my first experience with sexual assault occurred, but I know it was too young for me to realise that it wasRead more…