Help me help you

Hello, my name’s Yvette and I’m an addict. My addiction du jour? Self-help books. All kinds, I’m not discriminating. Books about worthiness, happiness, wealthiness, cleanliness (it’s surely next to godliness!). Sell it to me with the promise of brighter better me at the end and I’m a sucker for it. I’m a slave for you.… Continue reading Help me help you

A tourist in my own city

I recently had some Sydney friends come to visit ye olde Melbourne town. This gave me the perfect opportunity to be a tourist in my own city. I have to give the cookie to Marcel Proust for putting it so beautifully; “The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having… Continue reading A tourist in my own city

Now for a walk in the black forest

I’ve recently rediscovered the joy of a brisk walk. Winter in Melbourne may not seem the obvious time for this but there’s a kind of magic in breathing in the crisp air and crunching the crisp leaves underfoot. It clears the mind, awakens the senses and rejuvenates the body. I get into a kind of… Continue reading Now for a walk in the black forest