Sisterhood – even with one other woman – is becoming increasingly important the more I mature. It’s more than a friendship, it’s more than a birthright. It’s a promise from one woman to another to witness their journey and to support their journey of growth, to cheer for them at the sidelines and to fight … Read moreSisterhood


Space I call Home. I can see why a transient existence is appealing to some. I don’t belong to any space or time or building other than where I choose to inhabit at any particular moment. I can ground myself anywhere I think. Perhaps that comes from the realization that ‘home’ is everything inside me … Read moreHome

I am Woman.

I clean. Though I am dirty. For I bleed and I think ‘impure’ thoughts. Shoot me. Wait! But my house is spotless. Don’t pull the trigger. I am woman – all she embodies. Pure in heart, Full in energy, Raw in emotion, Abundant in expression. Wild in spirit. How dare I. Shoot me. Wait! But … Read moreI am Woman.


  12 years ago I lost my beloved Mum. Her final word to my sister and I was ‘sorry’. As a mother I understand the sentiment now. It’s a questioning about whether you have given enough. Time, love, belongings, attention, care, education, money, family, identity…whatever it is the list is potentially endless. My Mum’s parting … Read moreEnough