Ruthlessly, my partner and I flung old stools and moth-eaten floor rugs into the large skip plonked in our driveway.
When I say my partner and me, I mean me. I was the ruthless one. He was the reluctant participant dragged along in my wake.
It was June 2020, in the early days of the Covid-19 pandemic, when we decided to move to the city (read about that here). My son had already left home and we were bored, needed jobs and were keen to start our third act.
We combined households a couple of years before and having moved…
I wasn’t a fat child but I thought I was.
I wasn’t a fat teen, but I thought I was.
I thought I was fat until I was fat.
In January 2021 I was waiting to have a procedure that requires sedation. The nurse had left me stuffed into a puffy black recliner in the hallway. My kinda-thin specialist rushed out from the operating theatre, approaching with smug enthusiasm in her spick and span blue scrubs.
You’re so lucky the anaesthetist didn’t cancel you. The table we’re using today can only hold a certain weight. …
I achieved a lifetime dream of having my work published in the mainstream media. They even put my face all over it — eep!
I've previously written about going to university to study writing in my fifties. I’m eighteen months into my professional writing and editing degree and I know my writing has improved out of sight in the past six months.
This morning I got unreasonably angry with a voice on the phone that sounded like they were in a deep tunnel filled with water.
After a minute of telling them I couldn’t hear a word they were saying, I demanded they transfer me to someone else. I wanted to hang up but didn’t want to waste another ten minutes on hold. I hung up anyway then screamed the ‘F’ word so loud my partner came to see if I was okay.
Now I’m crying.
Today is peak Covid for me. In fact, today marks 200 days of Melbourne being…
I didn’t know I even had ADHD until a year ago after I had been studying creative writing for eighteen months. I noticed that I found essay writing more challenging than other students. Now that I am diagnosed and understand the traits of an ADHD brain, I feel less of a dummy. Medication helps with motivation and focus.
A common misconception is that we have a complete lack of attention and focus. In my experience that is not true, I can’t sustain focus on things that bore me (and I get bored very easily). …
We stood around the bed as Gramps was dying. Children, parents, cousins, aunties and uncles, three generations of us frozen in time. Holding our Breath. Sucking the air out of the room.
I stroked his hand, blue veins showing through transparent skin. His pulse was strong. He was minutes from the end.
In New Guinea, those hands gripped the rifle as Gramps held back the enemy. Young and terrified in the chaos of the jungle. Heat and filth and dirt. He thought his unit was behind him.
Once strong, his hands steered the bicycle thousands of miles from…