Some posts take a few hours to write and then I hit publish with ease. Others take weeks and every time I go to push the button I just freeze. This is one of those Continue Reading →
For as long as I can remember, I’ve struggled with the need to constantly achieve. A deeply felt belief that productivity = worth. I hear a relentless voice telling me to do Continue Reading →
I wrote a response to Bryan Walpert’s book Poetry and Mindfulness: Interruption to a Journey, for Booksellers NZ.
My sex ed at school was rudimentary at best and focused very much on the many ways in which you could get pregnant and/or STIs and/or die. Not exactly the Continue Reading →
I am never going to stop caring about spilled milk. And here is why.