Like many people with ADHD, I wasn’t diagnosed until I was a grown adult. There I was, out in the world: setting several dozen alarms in my phone to remind me to clean; leaving the supermarket without the one thing I went there for; replying to emails in the first…


I have only written about my miscarriage once. It came out in a rush and I have never been able to write about it again. If you’ve read my book The Paper House, you have also read the only words I’ve ever used to recall what happened.

I was about…


On Monday an important email goes around. You can tell it’s important because it has the little red exclamation mark, and because it’s from the CEO (well, not from him, but his EA has sent it on his behalf from his inbox). INVITE: MORNING TEA. An important morning tea. Hosted…


Hello!

Absolute wonders Nova Weetman and Emily Gale are running a Twitter auction to raise money for various fire-related charities.

In my wisdom, I started a bunch of auction lots and don’t know how to keep track of them, so I thought I’d helpfully post them here and update as…


In the last moments of 2019, a town gathered by the water under a red sky. The fire had come too quickly, there was no time to evacuate. In the distance, the popping of gas cylinders as they exploded in the heat. …


I needed a couple of fitted sheets, so I went off to my local linen store.

Well. There is a huge sale on today, and every blonde woman in my posh council area was there.

These women DO NOT wait in queues. So they kept leaving their bags to hold…


When I was 14, I went with my boyfriend and his parents to Footy Park on a Saturday afternoon. We had never been to the football together. He was a Crows fan. It was the 1997 semi-final, and we had seats in the members’ stand.

It was a nail-biter…


By the time I turned 18 in 2000, I had met more than 300 people from the internet. Lots of them were dudes. My first boyfriend, and my second boyfriend. A guy who dated my friend to get me alone in his house. One who followed me home and sat…


We can be immortal.

We can dance around the pearly gates, sneak past the reaper’s scythe, give the finger to the Angel of Death.

In fact, we already do. For millennia we have slipped the chains of our mortality.

We are not fallible beings but shape-shifters, merely undertaking a transformation…


(Makes 10 small pies + domestic bliss)

Ingredients

  • 2 x chicken (about 500g) — thighs or breasts, please don’t make a joke about what kind of man you are
  • 300g of assorted mushrooms — any of the ones that make kids go “ew!” taste best
  • 1 medium leek
  • 3 white…

Anna Spargo-Ryan

Sometimes writer, frequent emotion haver. Tops mother, massive try-hard and friend. Wrote THE GULF and THE PAPER HOUSE. http://annaspargoryan.com/

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