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Tuesday 16 June 2020
Featured Memoir

neither here nor there: a woman’s identity between cultures

Famida Zana
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The summer before my grandmother passed away, she visited me and my family in Australia. I sat with her one sunny afternoon as she told me about her life growing up in a Bangladeshi village and having an arranged marriage at the age of 12. I listened as she recounted how her father, my great-grandfather,…
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Friday 28 February 2020
Life Memoir

memoir: only this and nothing more

Emma Brooker
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Have you ever felt that thundering ache in your chest, like your heart was going to explode? Rupture? Like it was you under the floorboards in an Edgar Allen Poe poem? The imminent booming becoming louder and louder and louder until it eventually drives you insane? And everyone just looks the other way? We all…
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Monday 15 April 2019
Life

why you should never move for a man (and why I did it anyway)

Amelia Wasserman
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They say women should never make a relationship their entire life. They say we should have our own friends, hobbies and careers and shouldn’t look to a man for financial gain or to complete our lives like the final piece in a complicated jigsaw puzzle. They say that when two people come together it should…
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Monday 17 December 2018
Memoir

memoir: the beach ball

Emma Brooker
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When I was five, I owned a bright yellow bathing suit that was just fine and dandy for mucking about in our backyard paddle pool, which mum would set up against the back fence every summer, making sure it was not in splash range of her clothesline. The yellow bathing suit was a one piece,…
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Monday 30 July 2018
Life Memoir

you are my sunshine: when best friends drift apart, the love remains

Naomi Fryers
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About fifteen years ago, Ness and I were best friends, and she recently shared some news on social media that had me weeping, even ugly crying, on and off for days. Throughout the course of our close friendship, Ness and I shared a penchant for drinking lots (oh, those Midori shakers!). We danced, twerked and…
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Thursday 17 May 2018
Memoir

memoir: all the colours

Emma Brooker
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CW: Abuse, child abuse Freedom. As a kid, it meant zooming down our street, which ran from one edge of our flat dusty country town to the other, on my beloved yellow bike. Letting go of the handlebars, tipping my head back and taking in the cotton-candy coloured sky right on dusk. I was forever racing…
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Wednesday 16 May 2018
Life

crafting a new life: how learning to knit taught me to let go and start again

Tegan Cohen
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I have spent the better part of my twenties working 80-hour weeks on an endless cycle of corporate deals.  It is at 3am during one of these weeks of sleep deprivation that I realise I need a new hobby.  Something to relax.  Something that doesn’t involve waking up at 5am, riding a bike and sweating…
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Wednesday 27 December 2017
Memoir

memoir: shells

Emma Brooker
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I can still close my eyes and remember summer holidays as a kid. The car trip we made each year, to the small beach town on the other side of the mountain ranges. The smell of eucalyptus and the soaked earth under the vine tangled rain forest, swallowing up the road as our car made…
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Wednesday 5 April 2017
Memoir

memoir: the great escape

Emma Brooker
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I have never been one to free fall into addiction. The hook always skimmed close to my head, but it never latched. So many times, when I was battered and weak. You would think it would be so easy for me to then reach over an uncrossed line for a bottle or pill. I have…
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Monday 20 March 2017
Life Memoir

memoir: particles

Emma Brooker
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None of it matters. The plastic, the gadgets, the high glossed magazines; the heels with the right brand name, faded out on the soles, from all the running you do to keep in front. Things obtained to make life easier, dull a pain, stroke an ego; to make you feel like you mean something while you hurl…
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Wednesday 8 March 2017
Memoir

memoir: you could be really beautiful if you had some confidence

Sarah Giles
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Loud music, techno-repetitive, rebounded in my head until it stopped making sense. Voices yelling to be heard: Did you hear about that girl? About that guy? Confessions cloaked in the sound of reverb and electronic seizures. I was an intruder, an outsider among my fashionably dressed peers. I made myself small; hiding behind my more…
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Wednesday 30 November 2016
Health Memoir

memoir: the bottom of the hill

Emma Brooker
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  Hills and more hills as far as the eye can see. On the outskirts of town, they ebb and they flow. Looking like a far off distant land you could easily explore and conquer like a Burke and Wills expedition. Why is it you feel like screaming and crying and dying as you walk…
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Tuesday 8 November 2016
Arts Books

lip lit: the hate race

Harriet LM
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Walking into the playground, early on in primary school, two of my friends got into fight. There was hair pulling, slapping and screaming. A crowd gathered, cheering them on. “You fucking bitch,” yelled one, using the colourful language we were just starting to learn. “You’re a monkey,” said the other. Watching on, I had never…
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Friday 2 September 2016
Arts Books

lip lit: so sad today

Kaylia Payne
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So Sad Today is a book of personal essays by Melissa Broder, detailing her struggles with addiction, anxiety, panic disorder, relationships and an overwhelming fear of death. The book originated from an anonymous Twitter account of the same name in 2012, tweeting about the human condition in catchy one-sentence bites that were in equal parts…
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