- Today is my youngest son’s last day at primary school. Thursday, December 17th, 2015
Today is my youngest son’s last day at primary school. I wrote about the day he started primary school way back then so I thought it only fitting to book end it with another piece.
A glittering day.
‘Why are you riding with me today Mum? You haven’t ridden to school with me for years.’
‘Because it’s significant. ...
Read more - Not changing your name when you marry? Stop acting like a feminist hero. Tuesday, October 20th, 2015
ARGH! Stop wanting to be hailed as some kind of feminist hero and pioneer for NOT CHANGING YOUR NAME WHEN YOU MARRY.
Wow! What a rebel. Fuck that. Want to make a real difference? Don’t. Fucking. Marry. And if you have children don’t give them the father’s surname. Two articles I read by women bravely not changing ...
Read more - On being ten years old, our love party and macrame owls. Sunday, October 18th, 2015
When I was ten years old things were dire. The car had been repossessed, the water was down to drip, and things were missing, broken, dirty and old. I would collect the mail from the mailbox and if there was a ‘letter with a window’ I’d know it was a bill and when mum and ...
Read more - Sorry. I’m just not sorry. For anything. Friday, October 9th, 2015
Sorry. I'm just not sorry. For anything.
Read more - The ‘all porn all bad for all people all the time’ argument is crap. Wednesday, September 16th, 2015
The ‘all porn is all bad for all people all the time’ argument is crap.
For most people, pornography use has no negative effects—and it may even deter sexual violence.
Not only is it crap but it exposes how limited, scared, prejudiced, brainwashed and suffering from Stockholm Syndrome people are.
Here’s my problem with the current demonisation of ...
Read more - Spending The Day With Six Year Old Me Saturday, August 29th, 2015
“You support the teachers right?” my sister Helen texts.
“Bloody oath!” I reply.
“Good. Well then you can look after Alexandra on Tuesday. There’s a teacher’s strike.”
Which was how I ended up spending a dreamy day dinking my bonnie 6 year old niece on the back of my hefty black Dutch grandmother bike through the blossoming streets ...
Read more - Pregnant With Cancer Thursday, August 6th, 2015
January 30 2009
This day ten years ago, in an attempt to have a second child, I got pregnant with cancer. I didn’t know that you could create your own cancer, but you can. Learn something new every day.
We started trying for a second child as soon as the town planning permit had been approved ...
Read more - Why I haven’t commented on Adam Goodes Monday, August 3rd, 2015
Someone asked my why I haven’t commented on the Adam Goodes thing.
Look, I really don’t understand it at all. I detest football and don’t understand booing ever. When I watch my son’s basketball team I applaud and barrack for all good play. On both teams. Australia is deeply racist. Anyone who needs to be convinced ...
Read more - Dyslexia and why I couldn’t be a writer without it. Thursday, July 30th, 2015
I‘M DYSLEXIC. No secret. No big deal. I saw a T-shirt the other day that said Dyslexics Untie! Took me about five minutes to work it out. I love that joke about the dyslexic devil worshipper who sold his soul to Santa. But I would. Because I can.
Two of my sons are dyslexic and so, too, ...
Read more - Windfarms and why they hate them. Wednesday, July 15th, 2015
They hate ‘the look‘ of the wind farms simply because the wind farms represent progress.
Gays getting married, women having power, people with disabilities having the right to access, the internet providing the democratisation of information, abortion being legal, the truth of our treatment of the indigenous no longer being hidden and misrepresented, religion being exposed for the rort it is, education being available to all, ...
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Today is my youngest son’s last day at primary school. I wrote about the day he started primary school way back then so I thought it only fitting to book end it with another piece. A glittering day. ‘Why are you riding with me today Mum? You haven’t ridden to school with me for years.’ ‘Because it’s significant. ...
