memoir, memories, teenage years, Uncategorized

To Save My Own Hide

"Okay, Mum, you can go now," I said flinging my hand out in the direction of my bedroom door. "I will," she said. "After I use the bathroom." She headed towards the bathroom situated in the far corner of my room. Shit. Federica and I had been tossing our cigarette butts in the toilet and… Continue reading To Save My Own Hide

Adventures in Dating, Andre, Justin, Uncategorized

Hey Mum

I pulled into Zinger Coffee & Tea's drive through just as Bachelor Girl's song "Buses and Trains" started coming through my speakers. It had been a long time since I'd listened to that song. I liked it as a teen, but hadn't really thought much about the song as a whole. But as I grabbed… Continue reading Hey Mum

Adventures in Dating, Best of, memoir, memories, nostalgia, relationships, teenage years, Uncategorized, Wyatt, youth

There Are Worse Things I Could Do

In the car today, I introduced my children to some of my fave Broadway songs - which included a handful from both Grease and Grease 2. I told my 5 year old son that Grease Lightning is about a car, which peaked his interest naturally... and when they sang "The chicks'll cream for Grease Lightning,"… Continue reading There Are Worse Things I Could Do


I’m exhausted, frequently, with no regrets

Started writing this a couple months ago; a description of myself to be honest. A true account of a Friday afternoon at which time I thought "Huh, maybe I could write about this" haha  - about time I finished and posted it for y'all 🙂 Enjoy. (featured image of the road discussed herein from AusEmade… Continue reading I’m exhausted, frequently, with no regrets

Best of, Uncategorized

Burn itself to Ash

The cigarette end illuminated orange as I flicked it one handed into the ashtray; small glowing embers scattered on top of old ash. I considered them for a moment before snuffing them all out with the cigarette stub. A satisfying crushing of something so beautiful and yet so bad for me. Like that boy so… Continue reading Burn itself to Ash

Best of, Uncategorized


There was something so satisfying about seeing the explosion of sparks in my rear view mirror as my cigarette hit the pavement. It took only a flick of my wrist to toss the stub of my fag out the window at 10 PM this evening. Nobody around; Ke$ha blaring on my radio as I took… Continue reading Sparks


Mad Men and shit

I have been ill the past few days. Really it's been on and off for a few weeks... but the past couple days I have called out for a day and a half so far and have just notified work that I won't be in tomorrow as well. So why haven't I written a blog… Continue reading Mad Men and shit

memories, teenage years


  I started smoking when I was 15. I lived in Ethiopia, and one of my Italian friends was a pack a day smoker. I thought she was cool and chic, and thought "Why not?" when she offered me my first. It took a little while before I became a pack a day type smoker… Continue reading Vices