In 2013 I read this article ‘Find what you love and let it kill you’ by concert pianist, James Rhodes. His words have stayed with me. Rhodes writes: ‘We seem to have evolved into a society of mourned and misplaced creativity. A world where people have simply surrendered to (or been beaten into submission by) … More Is this supposed to hurt?
This week is mental health week here in Australia. There’s been a bunch of stuff happening at my work – free boxing and Pilates classes, posters up everywhere about committing to take time out for yourself, seminars on organisational awareness (whatever that means) and how to look after yourself if you’re caring or someone with … More This is how it is
You didn’t used to mean anything to me. You were a tired month of nothing in particular, the one that came before Christmas and the New Year. You were a month to be got through with the hope of holidays not too far off. By the time I reached you, the year had already gone … More Dear November, I love you
It’s 2am and the baby is awake. I’m walking up and down the corridor carrying him, trying not to trip on strewn blocks and books and clothes and pencils and trucks. Even in the semi-darkness the house is unmanaged chaos. And I really, really, really want to go back to sleep. But the baby is … More This imperfect life
I love to walk. I’m not talking epic, adventurous, multi-day hikes through remote wilderness. I just love the walk down to the shops, the quick round-the-block with Jack in his pusher, the stroll by the lake. I have been without a car for long periods of time at various times in my life, partly because … More On why I’m happiest walking
I avoided Australian history at school, as much as I could. I found it boring. I liked learning about the Russian Revolution, about Classical Greece, about the manoeuvring of European states between the First and Second World Wars, about the Industrial Revolution. Big stuff. Stuff with capital letters. It didn’t seem that anything much had … More On telling the past
People joke about baby-brain. When you have a baby, according to the baby-brain theory, you become prone to forget things. Okay, so at points late in my pregnancy and soon after my son was born I may have had trouble remembering my own name. Justifiably, I think. Because at those times the world recedes to … More On forgetting
I love beginnings. I don’t understand why anyone wouldn’t. And I don’t just like to start something, I like to start it from scratch. It is a reality of our age that many of us start anew, often. We move jobs, we move houses, or cities, or countries. We start relationships and end them and … More On beginning