lost & found: short story
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…
two years, 100 posts – just getting started.
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…
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let’s talk about grief, baby
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…
