I yank out a red basket from the pile and walk towards the fresh produce. “Excuse me,” I hear a man behind me. I turn around, an unimpressed look on my face. There are only two possibilities – this manRead more…
In Control, In Command
1. Last September on the Camino de Santiago pilgrim trail, I found myself about-facing, hobbling back to the cathedral city of Leon. Along with my shin splint – I didn’t know what that was either – I was leper-like, coveredRead more…
The toxic language of clean eating
My grandmother died at 98. In all her 98 years, she never counted a calorie or step. She ate bread and butter and she baked using white flour and sugar, and never tracked her nutrients with the vigilance of aRead more…
Ride the wild wind: Feminism in pony fiction
I settle into my new Wintec saddle and guide my pony to a halt. We’ve already trotted in circles and figure eights for enough time in the little yard for Trixie to cough, snort, wheeze and fart her displeasure. TrixieRead more…
Generation Gap: How feminists of different ages are connecting to #MeToo
This piece was first published at Feminist Writers Festival by Matilda Dixon Smith. The FWF Victoria program runs May 25–27 in Melbourne and Geelong, and live streamed to wherever you may be. _ Recently, while speaking with a senior manager of a crisis support centre, I feltRead more…