The Empty Pews

   Last year I got to meet a Christian lady from Pakistan. She said where she's from, people crowd in rented tents just to hear the gospel, until they are spilling out of the doors. Here, in what is known as a Christian country, we have beautiful buildings, and a freedom to believe what we... Continue Reading →


My Mum

MWhen I was two years old, my mum had a heart attack. I didn't know what that meant, and I don't remember much of it, apart from dad sitting on the edge of my bed. I've decided to start here because maybe this is the first tangible memory I have of realising something was wrong... Continue Reading →

I like to write poetry…

(This short story is based off a secret I was given in a class, and asked to turn into a narrative. The original secret was "I like to write poetry about everyday experiences".) Ever since I was a kid I've wanted to write poetry. I don't mean garbage like kids are forced to do for... Continue Reading →


There's something special about hearing a tune.  Apparently the sense most connected to our memory is our sense of smell, but as someone who lives in Sydney, I've all but learned to turn that off. No, for me it's my auditory senses.  My parents were always impressed that, as a kid, I could name a... Continue Reading →

Break ups

Every once in a while they happen. If you have allowed yourself to be vulnerable with someone, they hurt. If you loved someone, they hurt a lot.  I have broken up, over my short dance with life, with enemies, friends and boyfriends. To tell the truth, I've never been a great dancer- to practice and... Continue Reading →

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