Wake up. Stretch. It occurs to me for oooh about the 40th day in a row that I still haven’t written that post. Get up. Think I’m so very clever because I plan to trick myself into writing it by taking my laptop with me to the coffee shop – sort of kill two birds with one stone type of…
The day I decided for the millionth, and the last time that I would never drink again, I woke up with my usual first thoughts that went like this: “Did I say anything embarrassing last night?” “Did I do anything stupid last night?” “Do I owe anyone an apology today?” “That’s it, I’m never drinking again.” Over two and a…
Melissa Collins lost a child. Twenty years later she tells her story of resilience and how she survived during those tragic years after her loss.
There’s a lot of negativity about toxic masculinity, and what men have done to women and other men with stories and movements about just how sexually and physically violent men can be. I can attest to some of that having been on the receiving end of plenty of bad behaviour by men in my life. Most women can, unfortunately.
Melissa Collins…You’re Now a Theatre Writer (all of a sudden)! Earlier this year (2017) I came across a call for story submissions for a production being created by Melbourne based director/producer/actor/writer Noel Anderson. The theme was love gone wrong, called ‘Love Kills 2017.’ for the Melbourne Fringe Festival. I had the perfect story that simply had to be a part…
Melissa Collins is here today with Leah Cotterel, Jazz and folk singer Leah Cotterell has appeared on TV and radio, playing concert halls and festivals. She has toured extensively in schools programs and developed as a songwriter through band projects with some of Australia’s best musicians. Over the last decade Leah has also produced music theatre presentations telling stories of social importance through song, story and image, in partnership with festivals and venues and managing arts funding of over $250,000.
Catherine Plano is here today with Melissa Collins. Melissa Collins grew up in Kedron in Brisbane when Kedron was a bit of a daggy place to live. The daughter of a detective, questions like: ‘why’, ‘how’, ‘where’ ‘what’ and ‘when’ usually had fascinating and sometimes gruesome answers, and this is how a storyteller was born.
Very much like my life at the time, my first Bikram Yoga class five years ago was filled with drama, despair, tears and intensity. It’s a funny story now, that I cried and wanted to throw up and felt like I might pass out and how the heat nearly killed me and I wanted to run out of the room screaming and never go back.
