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My Snowy was always loved

Last Sunday night, I said goodbye to him again. Knowing he had to see a vet. That was all I knew. I cuddled him, then told him he can go. Thanked him for being my friend and loving me. Later I fell asleep with my hand held against his back.

Rare support for Australians seeking mental health support and for people with disabilities

With over medicating… and acess to specialised support… Australians can not deal with the source of our mental health and cognitive function issues.

An overweight woman standing in a small, white kitchen, in front of a fridge. She is wearing a purple long sleeved shirt with white abstract patterns. Her hands are on her hips and she is standing and smiling. She has facial hair, longer than stubble on her lower face.

Poll: Support for Australians with Disabilities

I am working on a writing piece about expectations for how people with or given a disability diagnosis are supported. … More

Poem: Your Autistic kid is me

I wrote this poem last year and edited it to make it kinder in 2020. I talked about writing this … More

Fiction: Once upon a time, he was mine.

I originally adapted this piece for Queensland Writer’s Centre’s monthly competition Right, Left, Write. I didn’t pass, but like this … More

Capitalism during Covid-19: I can’t buy Author copies of my books from Amazon’s Kindle Direct Publishing

I can not order Author proofs and copies of my books. I just released one last week or so. From … More

Image of a twenty minute walk in my back yard in 2014. There are two pictures of before and after with the caption "1st week of WfParker (Walking for Parker), and March 10th.

Letter to myself 2nd March 2014

Dear Karletta,

Jesus Christ – I am soo proud of you!

Look how much energy you have got now! Sure, you’re not able to clean for three hours straight, like a few weeks ago, but you’re doing basic tasks to look after yourself.

Personal: Nightmares, old writings, and Black Lives Matter

I’m tired. Just turned off my computer again. Lying on my arm-chair. Been a very productive day at home. Just … More

Fiction: The slaves arrive

They stumbled out into a red desert landscape, surrounded by silent guards with brown, wrinkled skin and smelling sharply of … More

Interviewing musicians for Cookies Youth Magazine

These are two short pieces for my third memoir. It will be about my writing experiments.