20 minutes until I’m a year older

It’s like you blink and you miss it…12 years of your life. I swear, I was turning 32 years old and thinking half my life was over. Haha. I was in the prime of my life, actually. I’d lost weight and was getting divorced and moving back to Australia after 7 years away in Liverpool.Continue reading “20 minutes until I’m a year older”

Bad Dates 3, 4 & 5…

Date 3: A guy about my age with longish, scraggly hair, a t-shirt I suspect was made from hemp and old, worn jeans met me at my favourite park for our date – a walk in the park and maybe drinks after. We’d see how we went. I can’t remember his name, but we’ll goContinue reading “Bad Dates 3, 4 & 5…”

Bad Dates #2

I decided I’d give dating another go and agreed to meet “Gavin” at a popular waterfront bar in East Perth. We shook hands and I tried not to compare this Gavin to the only Gavin I’d ever encountered before – an abusive man who had robbed me of happiness – and sunlight – for overContinue reading “Bad Dates #2”

Because of you, I don’t open the windows anymore

That’s what you said when you tried to break into my home, you said the shutters were open and that meant you could come in. Let me assure you, having blinds open in a window – any window – is not an open invitation to jump someone’s gate and pound on their front door, demandingContinue reading “Because of you, I don’t open the windows anymore”

Between the lines

My memoir is a careful tightrope balance between speaking my truth and protecting those I love…or in all honesty – trying not to be bollocked by my parents for telling the world their secrets. So I won’t write about my Dad being a raging alcoholic or my Mom buying, selling, growing and smoking marijuana allContinue reading “Between the lines”

Thank you

I used to date a scary, incredibly abusive guy. When HE decided to leave ME (the only way the relationship was going to end because I’d bonded with my captor), Dad agreed to drive us both to the airport. We watched Gavin’s suitcases, TV (yes, he took the only TV ‘we’ had in ‘our’ apartment)Continue reading “Thank you”

Falling in love with you

Matt was the first person I truly fell in love with. I remember we were at Youth group, surrounded by our friends and I couldn’t help but look over at him. Peircing blue eyes and black hair, a goofy smile with thick lips and white skin. It was the first time I wanted someone. OurContinue reading “Falling in love with you”