The war on God

The war on God

*trigger alert* I don’t even know why, but for some reason, when I was little, my Mum thought it wise to tell me that she had watched The Exorcist, and that she thought I was going to go all Linda Blair on her ass as a five year old. This confession to me,...
Dear Faux Bro

Dear Faux Bro

My Dad had this saying when I was growing up that stayed with me. He would say “it’s quality, not quantity”. I always always thought he was talking about my love of K-Mart vs. his love of David Jones (back then it was Aherns in Perth). For whatever...
This is My Person

This is My Person

See the glint in the eye of the girl blowing the yellow ballon? She is my person. See the little girl in the checkered dress? That’s me, watching my person, my big sister, intently. With awe. Before I decided to take to my hair with a pair of scissors and chop...
The Death Punch

The Death Punch

***trigger alert*** 25 years ago I grabbed the keys to my black death trap but uber cool Convertible VW Beetle. I started to head to the door, to go and see my Mum.  She’d called earlier in the day to say I love you. I’d said I love you back, and had...