Children Overboard: Our Role in an American Atrocity

On the recording you can hear their voices. Children. Who knows exactly how many. There is one crying hard. The exhausted, exhausting sobs of a desperate, scared little person. Another one is calling for his ‘Daddy’. Another, sounds like a girl this time, wails for ‘Mommy’. This is the US–Mexico border. These kids are in Trumpland now, and no one knows when, or if, they will see their parents again.

How Ivanka Trump Put Her Dad One Step Closer to the White House

Ivanka Trump is Donald Trump’s ace in the hole.

All of the adult Trump children have spoken at this week’s Republican Nominating Convention, but Ivanka, the eldest daughter, had the singular task of introducing her father to the stage.

Manchester Attack: The Power of Music to Know You, Find You, Heal You

Music is supposed to make us feel good. It's supposed to help us connect and express ourselves. It is not a stretch, I don't think, to say music makes us feel safe.

Safe in the knowledge we are not alone. Safe to express how we really feel. On the weekend, after school, in the lunch hour, on the bus.

I Don’t Want my Nan to Die, but I Also Don’t Want Her to Suffer

When I was a little girl I would often wake up early on the weekend. Well before my late-sleeping older brother and similarly snooze-inclined Mum. After the time I managed to cut myself so badly I needed three stitches on my ankle I wasn’t really allowed to get out of bed before Mum was up to supervise, but there was one exception – slipping into bed with my Nan.

I would sneak out of the room I shared with my dead-to-the-world brother and head up the hall on tiptoes to push open the door to my grandmother’s room. Then I would slide into bed next to her and snuggle up close.

The Triple J Hottest 100 has a Gender Problem, but What Do We Actually Do About It?

There weren’t a lot of women in Triple J’s Hottest 100. This is a statement that we hear every year. The countdown happens, and as we get closer to number one, the rumbling gets louder.

“Where are the women?” people ask (well, women mostly). They direct their anger at the artists who are there, and the station itself, and usually there is at least one person who bites back, saying it’s hard work that put them in the top ten.

I never reported it: Why the Stanford Rape Victim's Statement Meant so Much

When I was 20 I got really drunk, I went home with a boy I’d been sort-of-seeing, and I woke up the next day and discovered that things I hadn’t wanted to happen had happened. To be clear, I’d told him repeatedly when sober that I didn’t want to sleep with him. The next morning, when he filled in the blanks where my memory should have been, he kept saying I’d told him I’d changed my mind.