Love is difficult when we first fall in love– when we don’t know what the future might hold — and it is the most exciting. Difficult love reminds us that some things are worth fighting for. And it makes us appreciate the easier times because they are fleeting.
I believe the way we live our life, our sense of joy and purpose is determined by who we are on the inside. Not what we think, but our emotional balance.
I always get nervous before I go to Bikram Yoga class. I wonder if I’ve had enough water, if my lunch has been digested and if I’ll make it there in one piece.
I’ve been thinking about the concept of unconditional love and transparency in a relationship. What if there was a workable alternative to monogamy that nurtured everyone involved rather than destroyed them?
Sex is the glue that keeps lovers together — it floods us with hormones which make love and kindness ooze from our pores. If I want a healthy relationship, I need to make sure there is enough sexy time.
Look what I found lurking in our bathroom … (yes we have a pink toilet) Some of you may recognise the baseball cap … (if you can stop looking at the butt!)
In the year Brisbane hosted the World Expo, I was kilometres away in a city filled with people who were running away. I had run away – from my parents, from the church and from my fairytale delusion that I would be a virgin when I got married.
I didn’t take home my exercise book when I was six because my story got a “C”. Instead, I threw the book into the deep gutter that ran along the side of the road between Central Primary School and my house.
There wasn’t a fight. There wasn’t any screaming, arguing or name-calling, just a slow disintegration — like roses in a vase becoming dry and discoloured; their petals dropping to the floor.
I don’t remember ever learning to swim, or ever forgetting how to. Water is where I feel at home. The sea, the pool, the shower and the rain.
The long-awaited Sunday Magazine article in full.
On my left wrist, scratched into my skin is a red heart with angels wings. It reminds me of my birthday three years ago when Shelley and I sat under the needle at The Illustrated Man and got our tattoos. It was the last birthday I spent with my husband.
My friend Sue, found this cutting from the newspaper 27 years ago when I turned 21.