Getting older comes with a lot of crappy things. Medical cover. Mammograms. Matching linen with your teal trimmings. It also comes with some good stuff too. Clarity. The ability to stand up for yourself. And a genuine Zero Tolerance policy for bitchy dramatics. I am thankful that I now know the difference. Between being from the same place and heading in the same direction.
MoreMitch called back again tonight. If you don’t know who Mitch is you are missing out on a little ray of sunshine. This is Mitch I wrote on a piece of paper “please Angus if you get a second can you please do a shout-out for nine year old Mitch and tell Australia he loves […]
More‘Disappointed’ would be the understatement of the week and a half. I blame the manner in which this bunk bed found its way into my life, for all disaster that followed.
MoreFirstly, let me apologize if you think this post is a bit heavy. It’s not. It’s reality. And secondly, let me take that apology right back. Suicide is a taboo topic as it is. It took me a very long time to answer people’s questions as to how I lost my little brother. “My little […]
MoreThe cutest thing since Rudy Huxtable just happened. A little boy named Mitch called the radio show I work on. He told me what his name was and that he was 9 years old. He asked me if we could please play a song for a girl named Zoe. He was very shy. I told […]
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