Writing Wrongs

"So how is the book coming along?" My husband (Mr. Delicious) innocently asked yesterday afternoon.

"It's coming; I am writing a little each day, each blog is a part of the book." I explained with anxiety thumping in my heart, knowing I couldn't keep hibernating with this new project. Read more »

He was a big time speaker out from America and I was the younger female Aussie.  I was flattered to be asked to speak at the same conference.

 In the weeks leading up to this event I would find myself opening the glossy conference brochure that had my photo next to this internationally acclaimed speaker's professional head shot.  I would marvel at the fact that the organizers thought me qualified enough to be there.  Even though I was obviously his support act, I was more than happy to be so. Read more »

I only really understood how a Blog actually works after seeing the movie Julie, Julia with The Glamazon, my dear girlfriend, before Christmas in 2009.  As I watched the written word fly like a butterfly from the actresses laptop into the wonderful world of cyberspace throughout this movie, my heart started to flutter.

I learn, connect and love through being told stories.  I need colour, characters and a message that connects to my heart.  If you can’t move me to laugh, cry or feel something constructive and meaningful, then you’ve probably lost me. Read more »

How do you dress your heart each day? How do you address yourself in other words? With love or dissatisfaction?

I slept late this morning, later than usual.  I am normally awake by 4.00am and am ready to start my mediation by 5.00am.  Mr. Delicious left to play golf before work early this morning giving me a gentle goodbye kiss that woke me.   I looked at the clock; it was 4.30am but my body was still very tired, so I went back to sleep.  Before I knew it, it was 8.30am. Read more »

I had just closed my eyes after placing my favourite faded, fuchsia pink floppy hat over my face and had slid my black bikini top straps under my arms when it kicked me hard for the first time! Read more »

My need to write has always been driven by the heart fuelled necessity to work out all the shit that is going on in my life.  My first book was never intended to be a book.  It started out as a collation of notes written for pure survival.  Before I got organized and purchased a journal, a helping hand was what I so desperately needed so I created a portal on paper for all my confusion and clarity.   Writing was the helping hand I craved, it saved my sanity.   And so I called the book, “A Helping Hand”.   Read more »

It's 6.22am on Christmas Eve morning December 24th and I awoke with the same excitement I used to wake with as a little girl when I knew Santa had been. However I am no longer 4, I'm 47 and as my husband nestled into my back to snuggle more just a few minutes ago, I knew I would not be able to connect with him until I took care of some business that was pre-occupying my heart. Read more »