From Childhood Fantasy to Fling: Where to now?
Those days when you get to thinking about your ex The truth is that I miss you. Beautiful…
The “prophetic” song I wrote as a 7-year-old
Let me introduce you to Bluey Snowflake. She’s one of the best birthday presents I’ve ever received, a…
The truth about me and burritos
I’ve been thinking a lot about burritos. Specifically about how I’m slowly, reluctantly, but increasingly boldly, realising that…
What’s in a name?
In certain cultures, names are pretty important. In ancient Hebrew culture, names carried a lot of weight –…
Okay, you’ve put me in a box
Since I was a teenager, I’ve wrestled with the complicated truth that when you try to be different…
A novel metaphor for life 2
This post was inspired by some irony. Irony about the fact that after blogging A novel metaphor for…
Self-censored
I’ve always valued my education, and I know a significant part of my identity and beliefs are shaped…
A novel metaphor for life
I am writing a novel. That is, I have been writing a novel for the last fourteen years.…
Being a tourist in my birth city
Same place, different eyes. We used to come a lot to Kuala Lumpur to visit when I was…
two reflections on being home again
Canberra, my love Today you are stunning warm even when you’re cold cool even with your sunny disposition…