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Content Warning: This is about the CNN investigation into the website that has a ‘rape academy’ on it. If you’re not ok to read more about it, then skip this one. If you’ve not heard about it, then here’s the link. I shouldn’t have to say anything here. Or explain...

Where do you look for permission?

Permission isn’t something we’re used to giving ourselves. We’re used to thinking of it as something that comes from outside ourselves, something that gets bestowed on us by people on the outside. Think about permission and how it functions in our society: permission...

This is not who we are

I’m seeing a lot of media and social media posts calling the perpetrators of the act of terrorism that at current count has killed 16 people in Bondi Beach on Sunday 14th December 2025 ‘evil’. Calling this act ‘evil’ puts a distance between us and the people doing the...

My grandmother died and I’m glad

September the 9th was the 9th anniversary of my Babushka Anna’s death. She died in 2016, before Trump 1.0, and certainly well before Trump 2.0 and the very public rise of the far right and fascism that we’ve seen over the recent almost-decade. As I reflected on her...

How to write your book, regardless 

But what if I’m crap? That’s the question that so many of us worry about when embarking on a creative life. So what if you’re crap? Everyone starts somewhere, and more to the point: creativity isn’t about always being the best, or the shiniest, or winning the award....

Solstice Lessons from a Candle

Wax dripped over my fingers as I held the candle horizontal and tried to get the wick clear enough from the wax pooled around it so it could light.  The match burned down to my fingertips as I willed the wick to take the flame.  “MotherFUCKER,” I thought to...

Light + Turning: a solstice circle

If you’d like to read about my upcoming solstice circle, then click here.  For the longest time, our family has honoured the Solstice. Whether that’s the winter solstice, the dark creeping in near 4pm, the light escaping behind the trees, winking as it disappears; or...

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I acknowledge and pay my respects to the Wurundjeri people of the Kulin Nation who are the traditional and ongoing custodians of the land on which I live and work. 

I pay my respects to their elders: past, present and emerging, and I acknowledge that sovereignty was never ceded.