No Apology Necessary May 28, 2015 By Nicola Moriarty In Musings 0 Comment This morning I saw several stories appear in my Facebook newsfeed about Gorgi Coghlan and her supposed wardrobe malfunction on... Read More
Conversations with Telstra February 17, 2015 By Nicola Moriarty In Musings 1 Comment Hey there Telstra, our Internet’s down. What gives buddy, any faults at your end? Sorry to hear that sir. No... Read More
Body Love: Belly Love October 13, 2014 By Nicola Moriarty In Happiness, Musings 0 Comment It's easy to describe to someone the things that you hate about your body. It's easy to pinch at your... Read More
Back down the rabbit hole June 6, 2014 By Nicola Moriarty In Sadness 2 Comments So you’ve started thinking about crashing your car again. Only when you’re on your own. Never with the kids in... Read More
Dear stranger, if you care about me, quit judging my parents… March 5, 2014 By Nicola Moriarty In Letters, Musings 0 Comment I’m more perceptive than you think. I know that you only see me as I look from the outside –... Read More
Then and Now: The Story of a First Day January 31, 2014 By Nicola Moriarty In Musings 0 Comment A wide-brim red hat swamps her head. From underneath, I can see that her face is set, a sort of... Read More
Happiness in a Jar January 14, 2014 By Nicola Moriarty In Happiness, Musings 1 Comment At the beginning of 2013, a Tweet by Dianne Blacklock about a ‘grateful jar’ inspired me. The idea, (just in... Read More
A Letter to A Suicidal Teen November 12, 2013 By Nicola Moriarty In Letters, Sadness 0 Comment Dear Unhappy Teenager, I know you. I know that you think I don’t know you – I mean how could... Read More
What’s Your Excuse? October 18, 2013 By Nicola Moriarty In Musings 0 Comment I came across this photo in my Facebook newsfeed recently, and saw that it’s making a few people go a... Read More
Flash Fiction – The Fortune Teller August 13, 2013 By Nicola Moriarty In Short Stories 0 Comment The Fortune Teller – I see marriage. Two years. Three tops. – You’re lying. – No. I’m not. Entering the... Read More