Tag: love
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Not really
I’m not one for regrets, for wishing that I could stop the hands of time. Not one for ripping open the fabric of time, reaching in and recreating what has already been. That moment no longer exists. I don’t find that type of thinking particularly productive or positive. Am I able to reflect on past…
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Unbelievable… not in a good way.
I am the eighth of ten children, and, as you can imagine, there are many personalities, temperaments and challenges within such a large family. My eldest sibling has been estranged from me and my youngest sister for the last 7 years. Unfortunately, my eldest sibling has always been a consummate gaslighting narcissist. Our relationships completely…
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Ah, just the very tip of the tip of the iceberg.
I may come across as open, willing to share, or divulge some of my deepest and darkest, or rawest and most sensitive stories, moments and or reflections. Yet, the truth is my childhood prepared me to become like a vault – in which my truest, most special and sacred thoughts, feelings, emotions and memories are…
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Sad but true.
I am the 8th child of 10 children. I have always flown under the radar, and danced to the beat of my own drum. I was a mix of precociousness, naivety, exuberance, shyness, sensitivities and athleticism. I excelled at what I loved, and completely sucked at what I disliked. (hello neurospicey) My life was all…
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I voted Yes! Why didn’t you?
If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say? I’d definitely advertise in large letters “I voted Yes! Why didn’t you?”, referring to the Australian Indigenous Voice to Parliament referendum held on 14th October 2023. I would use that space to challenge others, those who chose to vote no, those who chose to reinforce…
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My Father’s Hands … Goodbye Dad
I whispered gently into my father’s ear; and as I did, I felt the slow rise and fall of his frail chest. The alien-like rattling sounds of his strained breathing punctuated the air, and with each exhalation a heart-wrenching reminder that he was in the final hours of his life. For three days I hadn’t…
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And so it is …
I always thought that I needed to write my story. You know the memoir that would set the literary world ablaze, catapulting me into the stratosphere of published authors. Ok, settle down. You can’t blame a girl for dreaming, even if the dreams are grandiose and bordering on the ridiculous. So this girls’ gotta dance…
Selectively Juggling 