Voices from the Well

The story of my journey across the world collecting stories from women who love women




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”

The universal pain of break-ups

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”

Why the Well?

We all make snap judgements about, well…everything. I knew the title of my project and blog would be no different – I needed to intrigue people and make them think for a minute, to draw them in. I wanted my purpose to be clear, but I also wanted to remind myself why I am doing this.

The well is a symbol of many things… Continue reading “Why the Well?”

The First Voice

This is the story of my journey across the world collecting stories from women who love women. Being in fact a project manager and not a writer or collector of stories, I don’t have the remotest idea of exactly how I will go about doing this, and the thought alone is terrifying. But I didn’t think that was a good enough reason not to do it, so here goes… Continue reading “The First Voice”

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