Walking into the hospital seven years ago, more so waddling and struggling with the idea that I was about to be induced into the labour of my first child, my mind was awash with so many questions. Questions that played over and over in a cycle stuck on repeat. I had no idea how to…

Slowly the sounds of the house would grow dim. My sister would switch off her bedside light, close her book and fall asleep. Sounds from Mum and Dad’s room would dull to a hum as they switched off the television and fell asleep. I would wait and then quietly I would slide into the corner…

Lying in bed late one night watching Oprah’s Super Soul Sunday is where I met Michael Singer. The guest on Oprah’s latest show, I sat mesmerised as she interviewed this quiet and humble man. I have a love hate relationship with Oprah’s show; I love it because I am learning about so many incredible and…

Tucked up in bed, late at night, he would ask “what are you doing?” My answer was always the same “nothing.” I wanted to hide beneath the covers and disappear under the guilt. If he didn’t know, if I didn’t tell him, then maybe I would feel like it wasn’t real. But my deceit was…

Becoming a mum seven years ago there were so many things that I didn’t know. So many days spent flicking through parenting books and online forums trying to find my way. Yet, amongst all that was unknown, there was one thing I was certain of. For as much as I wanted to have a baby.…

There is one particular day of the year that I always buy myself flowers. Even if it is only a four dollar bunch of jonquils, I will always buy myself flowers on the first day of spring. Spring is seeing the orchids in my garden bud and then bloom. Seeing the leaves return to the…

I have travelled to many cities across the world. I have fallen in love with New York. I have lost my senses in Florence. I have found my soul in Barcelona. Tokyo took me on a roller coaster. Rome offered solitude. The list of destinations always seems to be growing. Yet, the stamp I love…

As she stares into the cold, grey glass, the reflection is empty and lifeless. Her eyes are tired and heavy. The streaks of grey in her hair catch the light as it jars through the frosted window on the cold winter’s morning. She can only look at the woman on the other side for a…

Winter has always deflated me. Each one has cast me into the depths of the winter blues. Every year, plagued by the bite of frozen winter mornings and entombed by the darkness of short winter days, I hold my breath for three months while waiting for spring. I sit crouched in the corner, hugging my…