I hate to whinge … But I cried over a red Commodore this week. Now, I’m no rev-head nor car enthusiast; I’m from Adelaide and never been to a Clipsal event, and can confidently say I knew not much more about that car other than it was red and had four wheels. I’m just a sucker for goodbyes; ...
But my name should probably be Rosaria
Here's a little secret; my name's not Rosie. (In fact, I have a theory all Rosie's were born by another name unless they were born dogs. Seriously, I've met more pets called Rosie, than people!) I was named after my paternal grandmother; the late Rosaria Carmella Panetta nee Vallelonga. A petite Italian woman, who lived a simple life ...
But I’ve never had to spend the holidays alone
I haven’t been looking forward to the epic 4-day Easter holiday this year because, well, I don’t have one. And everyone else does. All my family's interstate, my friends and housemates have gone away & my boyfriend? Well he’s somewhere between Kathmandu and Mount Everest Base Camp right now. Which means I’m alone this Easter. Yep, all alone-ne-lone-e-lone ...
But why do we respect the dead?
Someone I knew died the other week. Suddenly and unexpectedly. He was a previous boss. Someone who I had seen everyday for almost three years, many years ago. And most importantly one of the few people in this world who I truly felt believed in me. While the nature of my job means I’ve been propelled to ...