Stage of divine discontent
Stage four feels like a six-week jail term. I had travelled reasonably well, global pandemic and all, in stage three. I had stayed somewhat sane and healthy and productive. My…
Empty nest, empty heart
I am broken. The sea of grief is so unexpected, so engulfing, so deep. A black cloud has hung over my head, resting on my shoulders like a heavy wet…
Six annoying things single women are told
I've been single for most of the last 20 years. During that time I've raised a baby boy into a good man, moved interstate twice, travelled to Europe twice, bought…
Dating in the dark
What are your aspirations in a boyfriend? That was the question posed to me last night by my favourite Tinder guy. What a great question! Tick. For the past decade,…
The Tinder Trap
I haven't blogged in a while - partly because I'm busy studying online, but also because I have a new distraction. Tinder is my latest social media crush. This addictive…
Life and death for Chicken Little
I am the youngest (by many years) in a family of five children. Mum was 42-years-old when she had me, a baby that was never planned but couldn't be helped.…