When the thoughts start tangling into knots, I find myself standing in my Melbourne kitchen holding a fistful of fresh hay, slowly remembering that I am aβ¦
There's a particular kind of character who has taken up residence in our screens for decades, and lately she has been joined by several cousins. She is dreamy,β¦
Sitting in a Brunswick cafΓ© last autumn, nursing a flat white I barely tasted, I felt the familiar knot in my stomach. My therapist had just used the wordβ¦
When I sent the first edition of my weekly newsletter, I typed the subject line three times, deleted it twice, and then hit publish before I could talk myselfβ¦
I was halfway through recording an episode in a Brunswick cafΓ© last winter, latte going cold beside my microphone, when I realised I had not taken a single dayβ¦
I am writing this from a small table in a Brunswick cafe, where the coffee comes in thick ceramic cups and the playlist drifts between The Cure and Sade. Myβ¦
Astrology can offer a language for the parts of life that feel difficult to explain. A tense square, a heavy Saturn transit or an intense Pluto placement doesβ¦
For years, I treated my healing like a solo project. I had the silk pillowcase, the meditation app subscription, the $42 candle that smelled like rain onβ¦
Music can reach places that ordinary conversation cannot. A chord progression, vocal tone or familiar lyric may bring forward grief, fear, anger or a memoryβ¦
Activist spaces are meant to challenge systems that harm people, yet they can reproduce the same pressures they claim to resist. A bisexual person may arriveβ¦