In the past few months, I have listened to more about myself than I remember having heard in my entire life. It all started when I admitted to a friend that one of my New Year's Resolutions was to work on my pride and, instead of rushing to the aid of my ego, she said... Continue Reading →


The Letter A

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ Once, before, everybody enjoyed using the letter A. She would pop up in stories for the very youngest to the very oldest. She could run freely through speeches, sing songs or shout in protest. Until the night she was kicked out of the letters. Ever since, she could be found sulking in musty corners,... Continue Reading →

Being Liked & Being Right

There is a thin line between being right and being liked and, at twenty years of age, I’m still not sure I’ve found it. Sometimes, it isn’t even there, which makes it all the more elusive. I started this blog roughly five years ago, so I have been trying to do a bit of introspection... Continue Reading →


In my short, sharp and sweet existence thus far I have learned three things from my interactions with homeless people. They go as follows. Firstly, that when people beg for something they often need it. I think it is fascinating that Australians continue to believe homeless people could do better for themselves. On many levels,... Continue Reading →


I’ve been watching an Unfortunate Series of Events on Netflix lately because I remember loving the book series as a kid. Perhaps being drawn to a series that specifically warns you not to read it because it will be very unhappy should have been a red flag, but oh well. One of [the villain] Count... Continue Reading →

God’s Plan, My Plan

(This concept is also known as predestination, but that word is scary and has too many connotations, so I'm going to ask we start with a blank page.) The last time I was in a relationship, I was old enough to be thinking about marriage and young enough to know it would never work. Despite... Continue Reading →


Sometimes my eyes leak, And I'm not sure why. It may be the tap mechanisms Don't turn enough to the right. Sometimes I'll be out walking, When suddenly escapes a drop. It will run down my face And I'll run for the mop. Sometimes people notice, And ask if I'm okay, And I usually brush... Continue Reading →


It's been about three days since I got back from a Christian training camp in Canberra, and I haven't written about it. Partially I think that lies in not knowing what to say, despite the usual burning desire to get something reflective out of it. Partially it might be in being afraid to say it.... Continue Reading →

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