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July 29, 2019


For five years I’ve attended my local gym and never connected with anyone. Most days I walk in the door, smile at familiar faces and knuckle down to burning calories. My exercise classes are always brimming with people. There are many opportunities...

December 21, 2018

If you close your eyes and consider a word that gets right under your skin, what do you think of? 

Is it the sound of the word, as it rolls off your tongue that leaves you ill at ease?  My hubby often uses the word “discombobulated". The jumble of con...

March 26, 2018

We take our seats gingerly in the adventure speedboat, ready to carve up the waters of the green Tasman Sea. I’m worried about seasickness. It’s a cold, cloudy day and I decide to pop a couple of travel calm tablets before we depart for a three-hour...

November 8, 2017

Depression is a painful beast, dragging you down like an invisible force into a state of perceived nothingness. A friend once described her experience of depression like being stuck behind a glass panel, looking out upon the world but feeling strange...

Melanie looks stylish and friendly as she smoothly reads the weather on national French television. She has a lovely smile and makes me smile. By her very presence on national television, Melanie is eloquently spitting in the face of perfection. Perf...

March 22, 2017

Flickers of gold paint are etched into the material from the tiny paintbrush which he grasps with his oversized fingers.  The patch of white material held in his large hand has a black outline of some sort of symbol that I can’t quite recognise. I wa...

February 7, 2017

As I turn on my computer today, I sigh deeply: “unsuccessful applicant” is the message I read yet again in my email inbox.

It feels like I have just climbed Mt Everest since leaving my former career, returning to study and graduating with a new quali...