Speaking my truth (and a whole lot of fact)

In May, I was invited to speak at the P.A's clinical ethics forum for National Palliative Care week. This year's theme was 'Living Well with Chronic Illness', and before the forum, I met with three lovely ladies to mull over what I might like to discuss in my talk (sex? It was a unanimous YES). … Continue reading Speaking my truth (and a whole lot of fact)

Purple cardigan

A story from my childhood has recently been featured on photographer and multidisciplinary artist Mindy Stricke's website for her 'Grief Landscapes' project. You can find it here. A little about 'Grief Landscapes' ... 'for the initial phase of Grief Landscapes, I’m documenting the unique terrain of people’s grief through photography and a collaborative process with the … Continue reading Purple cardigan

Happy Birthday, M

For M.E.B We became another death (the fulfilment of my internship). Like a false syncope, my grief would not let me claim you. You came to me with bleeding gums and a dent in your jaw, your broken gait like a barber cutting through walls of plasticine with blunt scissors. Bruised pride; your face a field of … Continue reading Happy Birthday, M

(dis)connection

Yesterday was all about disconnection. After having another high-ish white cell count and another blood result that can be indicative of infection, rejection (it's not rejection) or inflammation, my IV antibiotics were ceased because I've pretty much had all my body can take. Because it's been two weeks, my CV line also had to be pulled. After … Continue reading (dis)connection

The week that was …

Last weekend saw me help shepherd my sister out of the shadows of a broken marriage and into freedom. Freedom from years and seasons of pain and sacrifice, and freedom born out of an indelible cost to her humanity and identity as a woman. A big group of people who love her ferried her out of … Continue reading The week that was …

Autopsy of a marriage

Thrumming away from each other like broken mountains, by your second year, you had been excommunicated. Wrought by the passage of God, your clipped speech and ruddy cheeks made it hurt to be alive.   Her dowry – platelets swimming under skin and a fertile womb. Yours – a cellar of wine and an insistent mother whose teat you … Continue reading Autopsy of a marriage

New beginnings

I had some really good news that I wasn't able to share with you until I received my acceptance letter in the post today. I'm in the latest intake of a pastoral care course I applied for last year through the Queensland Institute of Clinical Pastoral Education. My interview was about ten days ago, and … Continue reading New beginnings

Death Cafe Brisbane – this Saturday!

I know it's short notice, but I only bit the bullet on the weekend about curating a Death Cafe this Saturday 20th December. I'd love it if you could join us at The Three Monkeys café for coffee/chai/milkshakes and cake/nachos/pizza in West End from 2-4pm. I want to let you know that I've had a … Continue reading Death Cafe Brisbane – this Saturday!

Learning to Die: my TEDx talk

Yesterday my TEDx talk went live on TEDx Brisbane's YouTube channel, and I've had an almost overwhelming response about speaking about my life (and deaths), and my beliefs and truths about death and dying. Here it is - Learning to Die. I've been bathing in the beautiful waters of Death Walking training over the last two days, the last … Continue reading Learning to Die: my TEDx talk

Red of hair, fair of heart, strong of spirit

I can't tell you exactly what happened Thursday night. But I can tell you that I saw a friend take her last breath. A friend who is supposed to turn twenty-one in twelve days. I will write about everything, but I won't be sharing it, because turning off your loved ones life support is one … Continue reading Red of hair, fair of heart, strong of spirit