Well the festive season has arrived in all its screaming glory. Every weekend has been, and continues to be, booked up with Christmas-related plans. From work parties, to gym parties, catch-ups with friends and family, birthdays, weddings and naturally, a…
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Whilst I may still be in love with the After series, I can assure you my obsession has calmed right down. My initial infatuation with this book series and movie was slightly unhealthy for a grown woman to be obsessed…
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Writing a book is so effing hard. Seriously. The enormity and frequency of emotions I am feeling as I travel on this journey is way more erratic than I could have imagined. I’ve wanted to write a book or pen…
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I am a 30-year-old woman OBSESSED with an adult romance book series. #noshame. Well, maybe a little bit of a shame. I can’t deny that my level of infatuation and interest in Anna Todd’s book series After might be slightly unhealthy.…
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Mental health struggles, thrush, sweaty vaginas, drunken stupors, reality television and toilet talk. Over the years I have shared a lot on social media: photos, countless Instagram stories, blog posts detailing some incredibly personal experiences and more rants than I…
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If you’ve ever had the pleasure of visiting Cambodia and interacting with its people, you’ll know that it’s one of the most special places on Earth. Like all countries, Cambodia has its heartbreaks. On my first visit, I was crushed…
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H As someone who often thinks about their mental health (and who also adores both Osher Gunsberg and Rosie Waterland) I found a recent podcast of them together, comforting. Heroic Self Care with Rosie Waterland is a conversation about all…
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I have no shame in letting the world know I am now a romantic-novel whore-bag. Contemporary romance if I’ve being super specific, but really, any romance will suffice. And there’s no shame in that. NONE. When I went to the…
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I went to the Brisbane Writers Festival this past weekend. As someone who experiences anxiety with seemingly uneventful tasks, this was a big deal for me. I drove into Brisbane, paid over-the-odds for parking, managed to find the correct auditoriums…
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I got my period in year nine. I remember agonising over when I would get mine. EVERY OTHER GIRL seemed to have it except me and I would pour over Girlfriend and Dolly magazines to read stories from other girls…