Month: August 2014

2014 #PitchWars Mentee Bio

First, I was a beauty therapist for ages and ages, with the loveliest clients and the smoothest background music. You know, like an elevator, with panpipes and tinkly water sounds. Unlike the elevator, the sweet aroma of essential oils, hot wax and nail solvents filled the air. (And those smooth chants drowned out any mid-wax screams.) Then the hubs did…

Kromme River Mouth

This is my place. If the essence of me goes missing, you’ll find it here. In the clear, salty estuary water, somewhere beyond the mud and the smooth stones, beside the little crabs, the crusts of sand, amidst the smell of the milkwood trees. When the sun bakes the ground until it’s too hot to walk on, when the wind…