Fuck Father’s Day

Father’s Day. A reminder to my boy that his father is not in his life. Reminders everywhere. School. This year, my boy’s class has been preparing. For weeks. Weeks of reminders. Of what a ‘family’ should be. A smiling happy family in a Bunnings advertisement.

Whatcha staring at?

I read an article recently in Psychologies magazine. On the plane, on my way to Singapore. It was about staring. Taking time out of the day – to stare. The journalist set herself a task to stare for 30 minutes a day. No distractions. It was a psychological experiment. It drove her crazy. At first. … More Whatcha staring at?