Blood on Tony Abbott’s hands

Maybe not yet. But calling the tragic events of Sydney yesterday “politically-motivated violence” is like asking people to start racial riots. This was an act of a crazy guy. A nut job. A sociopath with a criminal history. Calling this...

Discrimination

Something pernicious is afoot. It’s not a conspiracy; except that it is. As many of you will know, I research for a living. I spend many of my waking hours talking to people and then thinking about what they said, what it tells me about their views of themselves...

Sleeping alone

I sleep alone. I am beautifully, deeply, very married to a man who doesn’t take it personally. I tell people that it is because he is a snorer and I am a light sleeper, both of which is true. But as we all know, there can be more than one truth which relates to...

The Gift

Gift. I keep hearing the words of gift. Gratitude; generosity, giving, receiving. Love. There is another layer to the language of the gift. Reciprocity, exchange. Hospitality. Hosting. Obligation and the eternal return. I think, perhaps, that people know about the...

The black dog

I have always wanted a pet. Ever since my sister brought home Fitzy, the yappy little mongrel, I thought, yes. Finally, we are going to be normal. But Fitzy was only ever on loan. We were looking after him while my sister arranged to buy a dog which would be an...

Allison

My sister Allison is dying. She is dying at the age of 40 in an aged care home, because the Queensland Government’s disability system is broken. I always thought that we lived in a country where, no matter what went wrong – if I lost my health, house or job – there...

To dye or not to dye

My hair is going white. It is skipping grey and going straight to wise old grandmother, and part of me is quite OK with this. Most of me however, is not. I want to be a bastion of feminism. But as my friend Jules put it, at some point when a woman stops dying her...

A birthday present for Allison

As many of you probably already know, I have a disabled sister. She is my closest sister in age and heart. To put it simply, she has been left to rot in a Qld aged care home by the Qld Disability Department. She turns all of 39 next week. Do you know what would be a...

The Moopet Files

It has been so long since I last wrote blog posts, that I want to get some Moopetisms down before I forget them. She is now 17 months old and oh, so cute! She can stand up now, and looks at us with a wide grin, seeking our applause, which we readily oblige with....