We all carry hidden stories. At times they are quiet, but at others they pulse in our blood, longing to be told. This is mine.

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My name’s Nikki, nearly-never Nicole. I’m Australian, we like to shorten things around here. I’m a wife, writer, unexpected mum of three, once-upon-a-time academic, seaside dweller, and Jesus-follower with treasure in a clay jar. My jar has lots of cracks. I use words to trace these out, and to practice leaning into light. I’d love for you to join me on this journey.

‘Stories are verbal acts of hospitality.’

Eugene H. Peterson

You won’t find any how to’s hiding here. Nor will I add any more to do’s to your already busy list. I can’t make you a meal (spoiler: I’m a terrible cook. It will probably burn) but I can offer you my stories as companion for whatever journey you are currently on. My prayer is that the words you meet here smile gently at you, and remind you that it’s going to be okay, even when it seems like it isn’t. At their best, stories are vehicles of companionship and grace. My hope is that you find that here.

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