Honest thoughts from a broken life

My days are often plagued with guilt. Shame. Disappointment with myself. I’m often sorely disappointed with myself. You should be feeling this way, not that way, I’ll whisper to myself. Then the words of judgement continue… Seriously? Why can’t you just enjoy this moment? Or, why are you so anxious? The fact that you’re freaking…

The Uncomfortable Story

Sometimes the stories which make us most uncomfortable are the ones which change us. Take The Refugee Project, a collection of refugee stories which will be available in book form (sometime). I am an Anglo Saxon, blonde, blue-eyed 30-something woman who has lived in Australia her whole life. I have never seen war or famine…

We are The Story Keepers

Sometimes I can be so hard on myself. Sometimes I feel like I need to be able to get everything right, correct and on pointe, first time. Actually not sometimes. Always. While I often say to my kids that failure is an important part of growing and succeeding, I struggle applying that golden nugget to…

How Atticus Finch helped shape my story

Atticus Finch said, “You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view … until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.” Do you remember it? His deep, slow voice over crackling audio? He said it with such poise. He said it as if he was saying the…

A Mother’s Day Recipe (+ thoughts on letting go of perfectionism)

“I worship scones and danishes. If I never had another meal, I wouldn’t care as long as I could eat pastries and jelly doughnuts.” Gene Simmons Scones. To me they mean long, slow cups of tea with a friend. Jam. Cream. Warm and cosy. Winter sunshine. And there are so many ways to make scones….

My children have autism – Her Story

Among the emails and messages you guys have been sending in was one from a precious mother of four, all with special needs. This mother wasn’t despairing for her children to become ‘normal’ but instead was desperate for others to accept each other and our ‘quirks’ – rather than strive for same-same. Whether a diagnoses…

Beauty for ashes

When my kids were little and I was struggling with Postnatal Depression, sometimes it felt like every day was just another day to get through. My automatic response was to just suck it up and do whatever I had to do, to get through the day. Usually, that meant not feeling, just breathing. Not thinking, just…

A beautiful facade

When did we start ‘selling’ Christianity as the solution to all of life’s problems? When did evangelism become about showing others how great our lives were – in the hope they’d buy the facade and give God the credit?

Finding Courage for Next Time

“There is always a glimmer in those who have been through the dark.” – Atticus Some people say it’s better the devil you know. But sometimes familiar pain can be so much worse than the surprising kind. That feeling of – not again, I know this feeling and I didn’t want to be here again….