I had just turned thirteen when I had my first kiss. Rory, the cute, mysterious, dark-haired boy from down the street, had been my boyfriend for a few days when our friends decided it was time we kissed.
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Month: February 2019
Abortion. Choosing to allow a life to be ripped from your body in such a humiliating way is not something your soul moves on from quickly. [Personal experience]
The first time I walked through the door of the abortion clinic was for an appointment to confirm I was pregnant. In my mind, there was no need for confirmation. Since I’d taken the test, the subtle changes in my body were haunting reminders of the secret I was hiding. A sudden thirst for soft drink, cravings for ice cream and a distaste for coffee, which had generally sustained me each day during university and long hours at work.
Continue readingWhen you find yourself exhausted, check whose lane you’re running in.
I am a writer. I have to write. When I don’t, things get messy, disoriented, clogged up and kinda foggy. Over the past few
For the writers and photographers: When the unseen becomes seen, the storytellers of our time…
Recently, my heart has been stirring for those who capture moments. The storytellers of our time. Photographers and writers alike. It’s those who have inspired me of late.
Expressions of the unseen reflected in lines, light, art. And words. Both the writer and the artist telling stories as history is written. Moments captured of this time.
Last week one of our team collected four shots from a different perspective: behind the stage. Continue reading