writer & artist
It was a cold Tuesday morning. It was the first proper downpour of rain we’ve had in a long time. The ground was wet, my shoes squelching through the grass. It was earlier than I’m used to leaving the house and I couldn’t see much further than my own hands outstretched in front of me…
This time last year, I was lost, confused, and endlessly driving home or numbing my bum on the train from Sydney to Queanbeyan. I called Sydney “home,” but I still called home home. I’ve never been particularly good at quitting jobs, especially when I still like the people I’d be leaving. I’d found it hard to…
I’m not sure if my entire writing style is law of attraction or if I actively seek out certain things to write, read and hear about; but here we are. For a research essay at uni, I am focusing on grief in children’s/young adult literature. Discussing, reading about and researching grief will obviously bring up…
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