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”
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?”
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”
Voices from the Well 