Never too average to tick boxes

Pic 1: Me being completely fucking average. Spending hours trying to work out how to use my fancy new colour … More

Here we go…

It’s been a day. An impromptu trip to Adelaide has resulted in us staying at the absolutely beautiful Air bnb … More

You wouldn’t have known me a decade ago. I gave a brief description of myself to a new friend recently, … More

Today she bathed In numbness Counting numbers On fingers and toes Up half tiled walls Tearing up at the confusion … More

I felt as though choosing motherhood meant I had no right to desire let alone attempt to achieve other wants. … More

She blamed it on the moon cycle: Its feverish beam uniting melancholy with high voltage twitching, a confusing combination. She … More

After trying on many different shapes and colors, she still looked a little round and felt a little blue.

Her thoughts went dark: to a place that bared no window. There was no air to provide her food for … More

Yesterday I didn’t see a two year old; I saw a reflection of me on my worst day. I … More

My better self smells like aftershave, the expensive type from the store with symbols as letters. My better self talks … More