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A Catalog of Hopes and Sins

By Kellie Purcill

Some things I hope are true:

1. That I will always have my sense of humor.
2. That when I visit America, my Australian accent will be happily accepted and understood.
3. That my divorce will help my sons have stronger marriages.

Divorce messes with your head. I have spent a depressing chunk of the past two years looking back on the past 13 years of my life, trying to work out just how this steaming mess of effluent ended up all over me. For most of the first six months after separation, I couldn’t even trust that I would make it through each day – I just prayed fervently that I would, because my sons needed me, because I was the only parent left, because I wanted to be able to function for them, but had no idea how I was going to do so.

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Declaring War

By Kellie Purcill

I don’t know when I decided to be an adult. I suppose there must have been a decision that meant I chose to “grow up”, but I cannot remember what that decision was or when it happened. I know that I am an adult, with the responsibilities and demands that such involves, but how much of adulthood is declaring war on our own childhoods? In the latest issue of Segullah, Kylie Nielson Turley’s “A War Poem” has set me to thinking, to considering where my motives come from, and celebrating the freedoms that we often overlook as adults.

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