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  • Hating ourselves

    I am fairly certain I have lost my religion, maybe to the despair of my mother. But one personal belief that’s stayed with me since my years of Catholic education is the…

  • Farther along, we don’t understand why

    My husband asked me last night about the rioting in Baltimore over the crippling death of Freddie Gray. He said it felt like America was crumbling. I said I thought it already…

  • I trust you

    I had to post this. This is beautiful young Jasirah, an Aboriginal girl from north of Broome in a community called One Arm Point, or Bardi, Western Australia. She came to Cottesloe…

  • Racism and me

    I need to start out by saying, I think there is a pitfall in being a white person and writing an essay about race. Some may tackle the issue to absolve themselves of…

  • Show mercy

    I have not written for a few days, and to be frank, it has more to do with my energy levels, than not having something to say. One thing that roused me…

  • Learning about my apathy

    A visit to the kill floor of a local abattoir last week has left me with some questions about myself, and what moves me. I came away surprised. I gave up eating…

  • Ode to a veteran

    I have never viewed myself as a woman who would feel at home in a room full of ageing veterans, but it might be one of the places I most like to…

  • Freedom gone forever

    When I was a little girl, I had some thoughts about my future. They were storybook thoughts, but I still think today that they were very well-planned. Even now, the images of…