When death comes knocking at your door on some idle Tuesday afternoon.

At 32 and a mum of young children you shouldn’t be at a funeral directors choosing what clothes to bury your husband in or standing in a room of caskets deciding which to buy to lay him to rest in. This is my story of how I came to be in this moment and my journey with grief. I hope one day if my kids ever want to know more detail about what happened they read this. This is also for them. Who knows when or if the time will ever be right for them to read this.

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Trying to Bust Misconceptions Around Disability

I have worked as a Midwife specializing in maternity care of women living with a disability for 16 years and I am speaking from years of experience of delivering care to women with disabilities in a multi cultral society and a major city hospital environment amongst multidisciplinary health professionals and administrative staff. I have witnessed first... Continue Reading →

The Highs and Lows of Entering a Competition.

When choosing to do my 8 Week health and fitness challenge, I didn't really want to enter a 'competition'. I knew in my heart my 'transformation' wouldn't be what the 'judges' would be looking for. They stipulated it wasn't just about the before and after photo but the total transformation but they stated on the... Continue Reading →

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