I'm a mother of four and live in beautiful, tropical Cairns, Queensland, Australia. I adore sunshine, colour and the spectacular variety that occurs when rainforest meets ocean.
A Social Worker by career, I have devoted my professional, personal and ethical
+ more bio informationFreelance writers need self-discipline because the word "free" has connotations of being easy, doing what you want when you want and of earning pennies as a result. Although writing is a passion for many people, a hobby or a pleasure, it is also a skill and a business. Freelance writing is a commitment, an industry, a job, a... More..
Living with a child on the Autism Spectrum of Disorders is a challenge I raise to on a daily basis. Oh how I want to stop parenting and hurt my child with Aspergers at times. Although I would never hurt him, I do at times entertain thoughts of hitting him because he just does not stop. He screams, he stomps, he argues. He ha... More..
The sleepy town of Visible was an exploration into the darkness of nighttime. It was the sum of a submissive place of archaic occurrences from the dark ages. The women were good and the men were "men". Vinette had breathed of a different life. She counted the moments until her departure to a cosmopolitan world of equality: A... More..
Her dream was to escape a life of abuse and poverty and to be happy. The goal she had begun to work toward was to have functional daily existence: for herself and her young son. Thinking about the difference between the easy dream in her head and the breakdown of her dream steps, goals to reach bit by bit, she felt exhausted... More..
I helped myself by writing my hidden pain. Cheaply, without therapy fees and by using the very tools designed to destroy my self-esteem. He said I was stupid. He asked me not to make any dumb comments when we were out. He said that it was better that I just kept my mouth shut because everything I said was brainless and showe... More..
The storybook duck that quacked me safe. Quiet like a queen walking, Granddad sneaked into my room. He woke me up when he sat on my bed and stroked my hair. Because it was dark, he said he couldn't see where my head was and he accidentally stroked my bosom too. Silly Granddad. Mummy told me if he EVER did anything like that,... More..
Today I sit and stare at the empty white page on the computer screen. Unable to unblock my mind and write I instead dream of where I want to be in 5 years time. "Stop it," I growl inside my head. "How can you get there if you can't write today?" So, I start. I allow my fingers to type my thoughts, any thoughts, to key my str... More..
Darling, my ballad, my song; consider this a star chart that you may seek sail from at any time. I love you stars and moons and will until I embrace the end of our immense universe. You are my light and my darkness, my breeze and my cyclone, my ocean and my land, my storm and my rainbow: what better balance of nature could I... More..
Dear God, Thank you for giving us a beautiful day. I like the sand You made at the beach for us to play in. I love the sun and the sea and I always try to remember to wear my hat. Please God, help me to find it and please hear my prayer: don't let it be in my Uncle's room. Thank you God for sending Uncle to live with us. He'... More..
The small autistic child with anxiety larger than himself cowered in the corner of his bedroom. Hands held tightly over his ears, he tried to curb the over stimulus of the day's sounds. Reverberating inside his head, he tried to visualize extracting the sounds and funneling them into the special soundproof container his Mum ... More..
Megan Bayliss
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