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As the world changes, we're all feeling the complacency of "how it's always been done" slip away.
Something started here.
It's Friday morning and I'm in a vast basement space with five women I've never met before. Music spills through the speakers and we close our eyes and move together. "Think about a moment when motherhood was really hard" we are instructed
Why I stopped writing
Fairly often, people I know ask me if I'm still writing. I tend to deflect the question for the most part. Depending on who I'm talking to, and how robust I'm feeling, I might laugh it off - oh, family life killed my creative dreams,
Crisis and chaos
On the walk down to the river, I tread slowly on the powdery red dirt of the path. In the scrub on the side of the track the oak leaves are already turning crisp and brown. Too early. It's a stress response to the ongoing drought. I'
Feeding the soil
We're baking this week. Or rather, we are being baked. The online weather oracles I'm consulting with fevered devotion tell me the temperatures will tip 40°C today (that's 104°F). It's properly hot. This kind of summer feels more akin to
