The beauty of sucking at things
Barry’s keyboard About this time last year, I got bored of the guitar and bought a Yamaha Piaggero…
Struggles of a wannabe novelist
I entered the rabbit hole a long while ago, but the rabbitholing stepped up in earnest a couple…
Boys, booze, faith and purpose in Ecuador
It’s funny and terrifying how quickly ten years can fly by. Somehow it has been a full decade…
The job that changed my life: looking back on my career at International Justice Mission
Leaving my job at International Justice Mission (IJM) definitely feels like the end of an era. It has…
Growth and learning in my mid-30s
A number of things have made me conscious that I am no longer a young person. In addition…
8 learnings from my younger self
This evening I stumbled upon an old Word document I wrote back in June 2009 – a couple…
Five reasons not to regret my law degree
I call myself a failed lawyer because I feel like an imposter when people refer to my law…
I’m an anti-slavery tour guide. Sort of.
I’ve always fancied being a tour guide for a time. Sure, it would get old pretty soon, but…
How to edit your life
It’s one thing to love writing; it’s quite another to love editing. Editing is a passion I only…
NYE lessons from Ecuador
Australian New Year’s Eve traditions mostly involve drinking hard, watching fireworks and calling it a party. This is…
Reclaiming convenience
If you’re anything like me, you’ll occasionally stumble into extended conversation with a random. It doesn’t happen quite…
No Canto?
To avoid confusion, I generally insist that English is my native language. I received all of my education in English, it’s what we spoke in my family growing up and it’s what we speak now.
But technically, it’s not my first language.
What would happen if I were to relearn my first language? What might that unlock?
Travel delusions
Note: I was pleased and privileged to have this post published on A Life Overseas. In that process, I was…