Fate or Chance — So my partner loves 4WDs and follows a bunch of Nissan Patrol owners from all over the world on Instagram. Recently, he added someone new and showed me his profile. Then a couple of hours later, we were driving along a road in the city and he says, “that’s the…

From sentiment to refuse — A funny thing happened to me yesterday. I’ve just started selling collectible books on Etsy, so I’ve been hanging out in second hand bookstores more than usual. Anyway, while I was fossicking for rare hardbacks, I noticed a couple of paperback editions of my first two books in the fiction…

Are we who we were? — When I was thirteen, I travelled to England with an older relative who was returning to his place of birth. His parents had left there when he was still a baby, and he had no recollection of it. …

The Cost of Unbridled Emotion — A couple in the apartment block across the street from me have been fighting. One keeps locking the other out. The aggrieved partner stands at the intercom, in front of the security door, shouting and swearing at fierce decibels. The first few times it was the guy. The thrust of…

In honour of salmon gums and nostalgia — I went to two beautiful celebrations of life this week. Both older people, friends of my parents, who had lived and loved fully. In their photo montages, I saw images of mum and dad as a young married couple. Old black and whites, with dad bashfully looking at his feet…

Friends come and go — Have you ever looked back to wonder what happened to a friend you used to be really close to? Or lamented a friendship that went wrong for a reason you don’t entirely understand? …

I had a personal issue recently, and my wise woman counsel and BFF suggested I ask the other person involved to show up as their best self, in order to try and resolve it. I’d never thought of doing that before… ask for something like that… Interestingly, I did, they…

How do you live your truth in a system designed for distractions? — If someone asked me to reflect on my life, I’d probably say something like “yeah, I’m the woman who missed the moments.” …

It’s here and we didn’t even drop the bomb — At the height of the pandemic in New York, a local told me he wouldn’t be going into the city for a long time. Not because of the risk of catching the virus he said, but because of the lawlessness. Less people, meant more risk. I kind of understood what…