I have a friend. We call her M. An affectionate, diminutive of her name. A shortened form of the name she was given when her lungs first took on air. And she let out her earliest cry into the world. Announcing her arrival. Claiming her existence. M really suits her. It is perfectly her. As most nicknames are.
Read MoreI am a writer. I write what I remember. I write what I feel. Remembering Anne, our faithfully departed on All Hallows’ Eve.
Read MoreWhen people leave this earth, they leave a gift behind. For us to enjoy. Something for us to hold onto. To remember them by. For us to have them in our hearts. Nearby.
Read MoreYesterday I watched a young woman show herself and the rest of the world what she is made of. I watched her lift everyone around her as she ran the 10km run of the Melbourne Marathon. We were all awe struck, proud and inspired. Writing about hope and inspiration, and an amazing young woman.
Read MoreA tribute to the person who gave me my love of stories and storytelling. Of moral tales, talking animals and fairytales. Of memories, personal triumphs and of love.
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