Chaos: three observations about change from the workplace trenches
This week, I left a job I had been in for three years. I came to this job licking my wounds from another workplace that didn’t work out so well. In that workplace—which I entered with the hope of finally building some sort of career—I exited within five months, feeling completely disempowered, my confidence shattered. I questioned
The ex-files: to all the men I’ve loved before (Part 4)
If you haven’t read Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3 of The Ex-Files you should. It will give you some context as to why I’m taking this self-indulgent trip down memory lane. John John has the dubious honour of being the most good looking man I have ever had a relationship with, and the man who
The ex-files: to all the men I’ve loved before (Part 3)
If you haven’t read Part 1 and Part 2 of The Ex-Files you should. It will give you some context as to why I’m taking this self-indulgent trip down memory lane. Terry While I didn’t have a relationship with Terry per se, mainly because his “taken” status precluded it, I saw him on and off
The ex-files: to all the men I’ve loved before (Part 2)
If you haven’t read Part 1 of The Ex-Files you should. It will give you some context as to why I’m taking this self-indulgent trip down memory lane. Nick I met Nick one night when I went out on my own, something I rarely did, even in my risk-embracing early 20s. I had moved to
The ex-files: to all the men I’ve loved before (Part 1)
In my last post, I raved about Attached, and how, because of this book, I feel more in control of my love life than I ever have in my 30 odd years of dealing with boys and men. I feel that I can make better, more informed choices about potential partners. I don’t feel so
Why #Attached is THE best book I’ve EVER read about dating, love & relationships
(And I’ve read so many…) Y’all have been reading this blog for a while. Y’all know that I’ve had such miserable and painful experiences in the love and relationships department that I decided to bow out, throw in the towel and resign myself to the fact that I am doomed to walk this planet alone.
“You’re so brave…”
I don’t know about you, but people—and by people, I generally mean other women—utter the words: You’re so brave! to me quite frequently. In past years, I would be called brave for travelling alone. It’s nothing, I’d say. Plus, if I waited for people to travel with, I’d still be sitting home on the couch, not having
On status, stuff and success
At the beginning of July—in a couple of month’s time—I return to my old job in my old department and I go back to my old salary, which is around $20,000 per year less than what I’m currently earning. I took a leave of absence, sabbatical, diversion—call it what you will—for three and a half years, and I
3 things I’ve learned from self publishing
I knew nothing about self publishing when I decided to book this blog and publish it as the Love & Other Brave Acts. Nothing. Nada. Zip. Actually, that’s not true. I knew nothing about self publishing (other than: I’m quite IT savvy so how hard could it be?) and a bit about publishing (as in:
An open letter to blokes/dudes/boys* who want to make sexy time(s) with me
Dear blokes/dudes/boys* who want to make sexy time(s) with me, I get it. I really do. The testosterone coursing through your system like a relentless tide is driving you crazy. I get that you are biologically wired to spread your genetic code. I get that our culture makes it easy for you to have hook-ups and
Five travel rules that apply to life
After being in India for a few days shy of a month, I am reminded again how travel is a metaphor for life. This trip was every bit as challenging and rewarding as I thought it would be. I came to India with an open mind. I expected nothing and was richly rewarded. I saw
How do writers juggle life and art?
I stumbled onto an interesting article on Salon recently. The premise of the article was that wealth (either family inherited, or married into it) enables the careers of quite a few writers, and that many of these writers don’t acknowledge the fact that they are privileged. They can just write without the need to worry