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Comfort Zone Freeway

You’d think that having lived the life I’ve lived, what with moving countries (almost) every four years, that I am pretty comfortable outside of the comfort zone. But you’d be wrong. I don’t know if it’s my Libra and Scorpio... Continue Reading →

I’ve got a bad feeling: AKA the time I left a movie theatre

Last night I went to a movie theatre to go and see the Seth Rogen & Charlize Theron flic, Long Shot. How was the movie you ask? I don't know, because I left after the previews. Why did I leave... Continue Reading →

5 things that Yoga taught me (that I think I already knew, but kinda didn’t)

A year is a long time when you’re living it, and short looking back from the other side. To a ninety year old a year is a blip, to a nine year old, it is forever. Everything is perspective, and... Continue Reading →

Death: A painful truth

For those of you not following my life as closely on social media as I am stalking following yours, or for those who missed it because they have a life of their own... I previously posted that my Uncle Ian has... Continue Reading →

The Discovery of Courage: A Moth Story that wasn’t

  This story was written for the Los Angeles Moth theme: Discovery, but the name draw is a lottery and I was not drawn so did not get a chance to perform it, and it is therefore being shared here.... Continue Reading →

My first time at the Doctor$ in the U$A: AKA Bend over and cough baby

I've been in the US of A for almost nine months now, so it's only fitting that I finally took myself off to the lady doctor yesterday (are you sure theres no baby in there? No? Only burgers...okay fine). Shockingly,... Continue Reading →

#NationalDogDay: AKA how I fell in love with Foster Dogs

Today is National Dog Day (according to the instagrams I have seen through the squint of my hungover eye balls) and I have spent the entire Saturday vacuuming and doing laundry and snuggling with my current foster pooch Baloo, a... Continue Reading →

Happy Birthday Mum

Today is my Mum's birthday where she is. I am 16 hours and 19 years behind her. When I turned 19, I was convinced that I would fall pregnant and have a baby like she did, and now, almost ten... Continue Reading →

You can never go home

Home is a topic that has consumed much of my writing. The quest for it, understanding it, the ever present need to grasp what my home is and how that affects who I am in the world. When you live... Continue Reading →

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