Books

  • The Adventures Of A Hungry Girl

    My glasses are shining back at me from the library window. In hindsight, I should have eaten. Actual lunch I mean, not just the Honey and Date Loaf that quite accidentally fell into my belly at around lunchtime today. I… Continue reading

  • The Soft Girl and The Book

    The brownie is delicious. The coffee is fine. And, for the first time in a good little while, I am at a cafe, sinking into a booth seat, quietly reflecting on the peace of it all. I’m the soft girl… Continue reading

  • The Best Thing I’ve Ever Written

    I’ve just deleted it all. On purpose. Five whole paragraphs of the BEST thing I’ve EVER written. We do that sometimes—us writers of words. When ‘the force’ flies through us with alarming ease and grace, and we just know this… Continue reading

  • The Bright Side

    I’m a bright side girl, most days. It’s the essence of me, I suppose; joy, love and all the sunny days, enough of all three to make a bright side girl thrive. The thing is— I’m not thriving. These days,… Continue reading

  • The Year of Us

    When I write my words, when I set them free in this little bloggy land of mine— the one where you’ve come to meet me, now—I become a better version of me. I can feel it. I can feel the… Continue reading

  • Tonight

    On the sixth day of Christmas, I craved a feeling. A specific feeling, really. I craved a couch. And a book. And me. All of us rolled up together, where nothing and no one could find us. It’s not like I… Continue reading

  • The Happy Place

    When your happy place gets lost Just remember It will always Always Find you. Continue reading

  • Michelle DeKretser. Melbourne Writers Festival

    It was time to tackle a difficult read—a bold move, on my behalf. I’d grown up reading only for pleasure and, up until that point in my life, I’d not felt the need to be challenged by books. Reality could… Continue reading

  • The Miles Franklin Literary Award. Melbourne Writers Festival

    I was power walking and angry listening. In my earphones was the voice of an award-winning Aussie writer, discussing his concerns about the literary prizes of the world, and how potentially harmful he thought them to be, considering the subjective nature… Continue reading

  • Krissy Kneen. Melbourne Writers Festival

    Fear of judgement. I could fill a page with all the times it’s crippled me. All the times I wanted to do something but didn’t, all the ways I could have grown in this life of mine if only I’d… Continue reading