By Cayt Mirra

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When a show or book gives you hope that the world is a bit better than you thought, it is difficult to discover that the creator doesn’t live up to those expectations in the real world.

We have seen this form of grief expressed by the many LGBT+ people who have felt betrayed by JK Rowling when she seemed to go full TERF on Twitter, as all around the world people rushed to ‘cancel’ her and have their deathly hallows tattoos removed. It’s easy to criticise cancel culture and the idea that we cannot make a mistake…

by Stephanie Wescott

The title of this piece is adapted from Ashe Davenport’s book, ‘Sad mum lady’, published by Allen and Unwin.

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There’s half a tomato in the cutlery drawer. After a frustrating few minutes spent scanning the fridge, wondering if my brain is doing that thing where it fails to see the precise object it needs to locate, I give up, then find it there, in the drawer. …

If you’re a female identifying teacher or educator of any kind, we want your writing. Our goal is to amplify the words of creative womenfolk who work in the realm of education (but the pieces don’t need to be related to education).

We publish articles, reflective pieces, narrative non-fiction, creative writing pieces and selected poetry.

To write for us, send an email to with a short author bio and a link to your Medium profile.* We will add new writers once or twice per month. Once added, click on the three dots at the top of the story you’d…

by Stephanie Wescott

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If an object you now control is bound up in your future plans or in your anticipation of your future self, and it is partly these plans for your own continuity that make you a person, then your ‘personhood’ depends on the realisation of these expectations.

— Margaret Radin, Reinterpreting Property.

My first part-time job was at my local Target. My hourly rate was somewhere between $10–15 per hour, which at the time was a gleaming, shiny sum — untold freedom was promised in those numbers.

I received my first pay, around $130, a small fortune for…

by Cayt Mirra

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The government’s plan to introduce literacy and numeracy testing for Year 12 students is ill-conceived; it targets a legitimate problem but in an ineffective way.

Students who pass their VCE have already demonstrated literacy skills through their requirement to complete English, EAL, English Language or Literature. These subjects all require analysis of complex texts and the ability to write detailed responses to difficult questions. It should not be possible for a student lacking in basic literacy skills to meet these outcomes.

Students completing their VCAL certificate are required to complete specific literacy outcomes, requiring them to read…

by Stephanie Wescott

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Many years ago I dreamed vividly of a garden. It was densely floral, in an English kind of way. It neatly framed a small cottage. Perhaps I had been reading Bronte, and my mind had taken me to the home of the Rivers.

The dream was so poignant I described it to a colleague the next day. Her partner was into dream interpretation and sent me an analysis. He wrote that this place didn’t necessarily exist; it was symbolic, but I place I was looking for nonetheless. …

by Steph Conroy

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It’s the day after my best friend’s wedding. The alarm clock beside the bed reads 11:00am. I’ve woken up in the newlyweds’ bed, a friend of theirs passed out beside me stinking of beer and farts. I find my phone after pawing through a pile of clothes on the floor. A former student who was working the bar at the event has messaged me on Facebook to say ‘remember how you were drinking the empties? Classic!’ My mouth tastes of cigarettes and my head is pounding. I am confused, thirsty, aching. I don’t need to pee which…

by Steph Conroy

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Like most people, I have always shared my space. When I was born, we lived in a brown fibro house by the sea in southern Tasmania. It was small; a kitchen, a lounge, a bathroom, and two bedrooms; one for my two parents, and one for me. Until my brother was born and it was the four of us existing in the tiny house by the sea. I didn’t like the new baby, taking up the space in mum and dad’s hearts, filling the brown house with his cries. In retaliation I tormented him. …

by Cathy Ferguson

Recently I had an awful dream. It was so real and so cruel, and worst of all I was cruel.

It was about me becoming a mother.

In my dream I became a mother, but things went terribly wrong and I wasn’t coping.

I think the reason I dreamt this scary dream is because I have a few months until my next birthday. I’ll be 31. I know that theoretically means I have years of fertility in front of me, but, like so many women, I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome. This is a really common condition. It…

by Stephanie Wescott

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For a long time, I have cherished my cynicism as a symbol of my enlightenment. I knew the truth: that everything to do with the state of the world, environmentally, politically, and socially, is dire, that individuals are ultimately egoistic and concerned very little with broader issues, that our politicians are slaves to vested interests that prevent them from truly transformative policy-making, and that we are so far removed from the most essential versions of ourselves that most of us could never hope to return.

I think I do need to forgive myself for holding these views…


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