Hello

I’m so glad you’re here.

Hey there, it’s nice to meet you! I’m a lover of words, and I’ve spent a lifetime recording the raw and intricate details of my life inked in a multitude of journals and scribbled through notebooks… I sometimes write here too, in this unassuming corner of the internet.

I write for those of us searching for meaning, hoping for something more, and desperately and quietly wondering if everyone is as broken as we are. I mostly write for me, but I hope you’ll find yourself here, whispering a quiet, ‘me too’, as you see yourself reflected in my writing, and know that you are seen, and loved.
We may each be brittle or broken, but there’s treasure in us all, and hope for us always.

I’m a moment-seeker: that first sip of coffee in the morning, the light through the autumn leaves, the illumination of a scripture I’ve read a thousand times yet this time is different, or the rising bread on the kitchen table — I’ll find those moments and capture them with my camera or my memory or my words, and they’ll make me smile.

You’ll find me these days working a day job as a librarian, watching my kids grow taller than me and reading ‘just one more chapter’ before I turn off the lamp.
I believe wholeheartedly in the beauty of tight hugs, freshly ground coffee, and plunging into the ocean.


Recently written

We continue: a non New Year

I’ve always been a lover of fresh starts:The first coffee of a day full of promise, a new library book, the empty pages of a pristine journal, any Monday – that magical day of the week where a new me begins. Then there’s the threshold of a shiny new year. This year though, I’ve no…

Cafe Series 2: Longer tables, loving thy neighbour

Cafe series: I’m writing from a different cafe each week, as a form of discipline, and self-care, and time management (when I’m here, in a cafe, I can’t distract myself with the books on my bedside or the dirty laundry basket. I’m just here, with a laptop and my words.).Cafe: Twig & Sparrow, Woodpecker Avenue, Willetton…

Cafe Series 1: It smells like Eucalyptus

Cafe series: I’m writing from a different cafe each week, as a form of discipline, and self-care, and time management (when I’m here, in a cafe, I can’t distract myself with the books on my bedside or the dirty laundry basket. I’m just here, with a laptop and my words.).Cafe: Bespoke by Barista HQ, Albany…


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