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Motherhood Is Not Unemployment

Why We Need To Change Outdated Perceptions of Motherhood and Feminine Nurturing - Now The words raise my ire straight away as I start making a claim for the new child care subsidy: 'Activity test'. Implying my current occupation is in-active. That I'm somehow cooling...

Blame It On the Love

This Is A Love Story

I’m not sure I believe in love at first sight. I do believe in a love so natural that when you find it, you wonder where it’s been. It’s still exciting and fun. It still makes your stomach lurch, makes you dance drunkenly and sing loudly into a hairbrush microphone, feeling drunk despite being perfectly sober. Sometimes it “feels so good it oughta be illegal”.

It makes you stand in the rain and hail, ankle-deep in mud for hours on end. I’ll come back to that part shortly.

Sometimes you just sit quietly with love, letting tears fall, remembering a time before. Love is deep and nurturing. It’s ok with you asking why. Love like that doesn’t always feel new: it just feels right.

Body Image: I'm Weighing In

Standing in the unforgiving light on rickety hospital scales, I was weighed before surgery. The nurse filled in the numbers, measured my height, calculated my BMI and read them all out to me with routine efficiency. Inside, I shuddered at hearing the numbers with...

My Life In Kasey Chambers Songs

After I saw the ARIA performance of of Not Pretty Enough/I Ain’t No Little Girl, and her induction to ARIA Hall of Fame, I feel immensely proud. Here’s why.

That Time I Got Fired By A PITA

...And The 4 Reasons It Made Me A Better Copywriter and Businesswoman I looked at the unopened email as if it might contain an electronic-born strain of some vile, poisonous virus. Possibly dark magic. And in a way, it did. My stomach churned. It was from her. I...

Write Drunk, Edit (And Proof-Read) Sober

6 Solid Tips For Self-Proofing and Editing Success We all know you should at least find a good proof-reader. Love them, send them flowers, buy them coffee and cake, but most importantly pay them to proof your post before you hit publish, riddled with grammatical...

There’s No Aphrodisac Like A Good Testimonial

OK, it’s true. Maybe we both knew we were in this for a good time, not a long time. Still, we created something magical. You told me about the plans you had for us to work together again soon. But now I feel kind of weird about it, because you’ve left me…wanting.

Read me in Eureka Street: The Girls Are Exaggerating

How Australia’s ‘good bloke’ narrative silences women across generations.

I spent the first six or seven years of my life spellbound by my mum’s stories of her childhood in Far North Queensland. Herstory came from warm, outback and subtropical places. She and her sisters wrote on slates at school, played in custard apple trees, kept their own bees…

The girls are exaggerating, Peter said on the last day he beat his wife.

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