Australian women are springloaded with rage
We’ve been culturally conditioned to suppress our anger, but the ghost of a woman hanging over our parliament is tinder to the flame.
Nikki Gemmell
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Chapter 24
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Standing tall in flats
How faintly ridiculous my stash of high heels seems now, in these Covid-warped times. Instruments of torture, so many of them.
I’ll give you a serve, mate
I urge the tennis prima donnas among us to find some gratitude, somehow. We should all strive to be among life’s appreciators.
The sweet surrender of learning to let go
We’ve wanted things to go our way, selfishly and demandingly, all the time. This past year has humbled us.
I am unmoored, my anchor gone
My father lost his battle with cancer. His end was ugly. Vicious. It happened so fast, amid all the stresses and strains of Covid.
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