Earlier in the decade, I was what you’d call a radical leftie, but I’ve been through that phase and come out the other side of it. Now, I write this from my new home, the political centre.
In 2017, I endured death on a very personal scale. What I learned was that all of us should not avoid what we fear, but look it directly in the face.
The harrowing process of ensuring the best possible death for Mum has taught me a few things. Small things matter, as does the standard of available palliative care.
I’ve walked the path of CrossFit detractor and of the converted. We’re not all dickheads, and the mental space CrossFit has given me is all.
Letting go is not just a state of mind, I discovered. It’s an arduous process of imcremental improvement.
Emotionally, 2016 has indeed been an annus horribilis for me, but through clear reflection, I’ve mapped out a way to move forward and to avoid a repeat in 2017.
Recently, my diet of knowledge has become more particular. I no longer gnaw on the red herring of free will, as I’ve realised that luck is the bread that holds us.
Motivation is a term frequently linked with value. Harnessing it, we can climb mountains. However, the concept is devoid of value, and completely misunderstood
Despite the proven results of safe inhalation rooms overseas, the political response in this country is pitifully backwards.
After one of my closest friendships unexpectedly ended, I popped my big-girl undies on and employed some grown-up strategies for dealing with relationship grief.
Realist and mental health wiz Polly Chester recently overcame her professional prejudice, via a session with her antagonist: the life coach.
Emerging from a self-imposed holiday news ban, Polly Chester discovered that she didn’t miss it, and she’ll be taking a new path in 2016.
With Anti-Reclaim Australia demonstrators speaking the language of violence, Polly Chester wonders if they’ve lost their moral compass.
After Paris, Polly Chester explains how macro aggression is colouring thoughts from both sides – with the idea of a common humanity the main cost.
After human teeth were recently discovered in a meal at Manus Island, Polly Chester has had enough; and she’ll be sending her own letter of apology.
In the wake of the Tara Brown tragedy, Polly Chester looks for her own identity as a feminist; and to the domestic violence crisis in this country.
Educator Polly Chester takes a dim view of Adrian Piccoli’s thin excuses in banning the screening of documentary Gayby Baby in a NSW school.
Our own Polly Chester has transformed herself into Tinder-ella in her efforts to find a replacement date for the ball.
Often finding herself stranded on the Island of Conclusions, Polly Chester offers her thoughts on how to snap out of it.
Certified adult Polly Chester thinks that the longer she lives, the more she doubts that many people ever reach proper adulthood and this becomes particularly apparent when they crash their cars.
If you reckon that individuality is defined by fashion, Polly Chester thinks perhaps it’s you who needs to take a good hard look in the mirror.
Polly Chester doesn’t like saying No to people, but she’s found showing a little vulnerability every now and then is the most sustainable way to be…in fact, we may need to it to survive.