For the past few weeks I have been trying a new therapy with my long-suffering psychologist. I've been seeing her since 2009, hoping she could pop my heart back into place, then looking for some direction in life, then having a mental breakdown, then just
The first time I fell properly in love, I was 12. We had gone down the coast to a place called Wirrina. Lots of times, actually. Dad would run team building exercises and the rest of us would swim in the world's largest* indoor pool.
Years ago, before I had children but after The Big Event, I lived in a share house in an inner suburb of Melbourne. I had never lived in a house on my own. Not really. There was a month (a month? three months?) in a
A recap post is the best I can muster just now. I have a cold the size of a whale and it's making it difficult to even eat chocolate, so you know, typing is next to impossible. We had parent-teacher interviews at the girls' new school.