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...

A room of one’s own

I have a new study. It is not large – but not that small either. For example, it fits me, my desk, and my books (my lovely, real paper books) neatly, and with room to swing around in my chair. I had hopes of a meditation corner, but that might become a...

Playful cities

Last week, my husband and I attended a panel discussion at UTS entitled “The Future of Creativity.” It was hosted by the UTS Business School and brought together Sydney Theatre artistic directors Andrew Upton and Cate Blanchett with Prof Roy Green from the...

Write until you drop

I am thinking about writing. I am thinking about what I can write, and how I can make that more a part of my future. I am thinking about honesty. Whenever I start a new writing project, I get a sudden rush of other, excellent ideas for other, excellent projects....

I keep waking up happy

I keep waking up happy. It’s spooky. It’s as if someone has been doing a nightly operation on me, someone like Elijah Wood in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Instead of messing with my memories, my night gnome takes my DNA and examines the anxiety...