I meet Lisa at a cafe on Sydney’s Oxford Street, which is appropriate I guess since it’s across the road from some of the bars and clubs where we’ve shared many a night out with our hockey team. Lisa and I first met on the hockey field four years ago and, although I consider us to be good friends, I realised on my way to meet her that I really don’t know that much about her life before we met. Continue reading “Lisa”
I am aware that I have talked a lot about others’ stories so far but not very much about my own. I promise to tell my story, all of it, one day soon, but here is a snapshot of my story right now: I broke up with my girlfriend, two months ago. Continue reading “The universal pain of break-ups”
Voices from the Well 