Journalist Jessica Morris was 12 years old when she was diagnosed with anxiety and depression. ‘I can’t remember much about that year,’ she notes in When Hope Speaks, ‘except that I felt perpetually alone at school.’ Following her diagnosis, thanksRead more…
Picture this: you feel like Eminem in the song where he’s knees weak, palms sweaty, but instead of mom’s spaghetti, you’re at home curled up under your desk (being in an enclosed space helps), and instead of freaking out beforeRead more…
Christmas in New York may be clichéd but it remains glorious. Holly wilting in the Australian summer can’t hold its own against Saks’ elaborate shop front displays that move and glimmer. Or twirling around the ice skating rink at RockefellerRead more…
It’s been a very long time since I was forced to read Jane Eyre. My family and I were driving through central Australia, travelling through the vast red dirt. Even in that sweaty, decidedly ungothic car, the spectre of BerthaRead more…
