My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.

The conversation of bullets.

When she came to write her story, she would wonder when the books and the words started to mean not just something, but everything.

If you ever write a book, I can only give you one piece of advice. Don't let your parents get involved.

My voice is like a rumour. I'm not sure if it came out or not, or if it is true.

The first couple of times, he simply stayed - a stranger to kill the aloneness. A few nights after that, he whispered “Shhh, I’m here, its alright.” After three weeks, he held her. Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man’s gentleness, his thereness.

Living in Sydney, I've taken the chance to start surfing again. One of my best memories of growing up is catching my first proper wave and surfing across it and my brother cheering at me from the shore.