I hadn’t been married all that long, and was living in a flat in Sydney’s inner-west. My husband was away … More
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End of myself
Dear God, If coming to the end of myself means falling into your arms, then take me there – every … More
Unpacking the baggage of life, love, and spirituality
I hadn’t been married all that long, and was living in a flat in Sydney’s inner-west. My husband was away … More
Dear God, If coming to the end of myself means falling into your arms, then take me there – every … More