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Run through the jungle

Betrayal is a frightening jungle where monsters of self-doubt lurk.

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The Petite Grief of Rejection Emails

Yet another rejection email has hit my inbox. Yet another chip has been eroded from my soul. I don’t know how rejections affect everyone else, but I assume it’s similar. There’s a level of deeply intimate, deeply personal critique in the sharp hidden edges of an email thanking me for my work, noting the large […]

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Ripples

Ripples from the Christchurch terror attacks are still spreading. YeahWrite Nonfiction #415

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The Very Bad Thing and the Chasm-Exoskeleton

When I was eight, A Very Bad Thing happened.

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The Peacock’s Daughter

Music surges through the speakers. Salt-N-Pepa tell us to push it, and I survey the sea of shocked faces. Not really funeral fare, Mum. ‘No sombre music, Gillian.’ Yes, Mum. No sombre music. But you could have at least let me warn folks.

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In Which I Deal with Death Doubled

This week my essay on grief was published on Modern Loss, an online journal containing resources and personal accounts about death, loss, and grief.  It’s a piece I’m proud of, and I’m delighted it was published, but it’s also a piece that causes such turmoil in me.

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