Hard work and some hate mail – you experience both when you care about the culture you live in and advocate for those who are harmed by the worst of it. So in the midst of busy days and full lives, why should we care about the culture we live in? Why not leave it to the professional activists, rather than getting entangled in difficult … Continue reading 3 reasons to care about the culture you live in
A few years ago I broke my arm. It really hurt and because of where it was broken, I had a compression bandage and a sling, rather than a cast. I had to be careful not to bump it and had to walk gingerly through the halls at work, rather than striding purposefully as was more my style. I couldn’t get as much done as … Continue reading Goodbye stigma. Hello hope!
Just this week I was speaking to a courageous woman. She is courageous because she had reached the point of honesty with herself, and threw off the notion that she was fine. She realised instead that a richer life awaited her if she acknowledged that she wasn’t okay and sought support. This was why my life had connected with hers, and why we had the chance to … Continue reading Breakthrough after breakthrough – the power of others
Who doesn’t love a good hashtag. They can be fun, flippant or a great search mechanism. But it doesn’t take long of scrolling through social media to see that Aussie women and wine have a close and burgeoning relationship. We now know that one third of Australian women are considered high-risk drinkers, starting as a social activity, moving to stress relief and then sadly becoming … Continue reading Wine O’Clock – not always a harmless hashtag
When a terrible thing happens to another human being, and the community at large rallies around them and speaks up on their behalf, it warms the soul. It happened just this week, when 21 year old James Milne was refused entry to a JB Hi-Fi store. The rationale given to James and his dad by the security guard was that James was banned for shoplifting. … Continue reading When we rally for one another
I remember it like yesterday, even though it wasn’t. The nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. Not being sure what to say to him. Feeling out of my depth. After all, he was the Attorney-General. Strangely, this was the memory prompted when the Ashley Madison affair came to light this last week. For those fortunate enough to have been out of internet range this week, Ashley … Continue reading How the Ashley Madison affair exposes us all
I believe that there is right and wrong and that we are responsible for our choices. I believe that there is right and wrong and that we can repent of our choices. I believe in the redemption narrative. It weaves its way through history, taking the hardest of hearts and simultaneously softening and strengthening. It takes the worst of behaviour and turns chaff into gold, ashes into … Continue reading And with mercy, redemption
It has been a torrid week. As tragedy rolled in waves off our television screens, the numbing disbelief it brought melted quickly into heartbreak and tears. They were just getting a coffee. Simply going to school. Only being at home. The Sydney Siege. The Pakistan school massacre. The Cairns tragedy. Hostages. Children. Victims. We watched on and saw strangers like us engulfed in pain and grief. … Continue reading In a week of grief, what tidings can there be?
No. It’s not okay. And it’s not just a game. The new first person interactive mode released last week by Grand Theft Auto allows players to dictate a sexual encounter and then murder the woman – in first person interactive mode. A particularly jarring juxtaposition is that this product was released adjacent to White Ribbon Day, in which men across the nation swear ‘never to commit, excuse or … Continue reading Why it’s not just a game – the new Grand Theft Auto and White Ribbon Day
By Ruth Limkin The contrast was stark. I was jogging on the treadmill, on the last night of a long and busy week. The music was humming and the fluorescent lights of the gym were overhead. (Why it’s fluorescent and not soft and gracious lighting I will never know.) It had been a long week but a good one – filled with hard work and … Continue reading For their mothers, who weep