My heart is breaking as I think about you just now. Walking from the carpark into the hotel, I couldn’t quite work out what I was seeing for a moment.
I saw you both, facing towards me but not really seeing me. The can of vodka that was in your hand probably contributed to the dull but pleading look in your eyes… Continue reading Dear Eighteen Year Old Girls
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!
I see the photos yet it’s incomprehensible. I’m in Australia and Aleppo is so far away – geographically and politically. Working out how to respond is confusing with conflicting reports about who’s on the ground, about which organisations help, hinder, aid or obstruct. So many agendas. So many perspectives. So many questions. I sense a shared helplessness with those of us who sit in our comfortable lounge rooms … Continue reading What not having hope feels like
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
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