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I Thought a Week Away Would Be Enough

I’d been looking forward to the trip for months. Not because I wanted to escape my…
Room to Breathe

A few days ago I had what we Australians affectionately call a “menty b.” I was…
What Root Rot really means

I’ve always loved plants. Long before motherhood. Long before Spilled Milk and Root Rot. Long before…
Tarot of Unravelling: The Seven Mothers

Seven illustrated oracle cards written during the unravelling of early motherhood. Some things are never meant…
Who made this mess?

If you’ve made it this far into the Archives, you’re probably wondering who made this mess.…
The AI in the Rot

If you’ve spent any time exploring SMRR, you’ve probably noticed a few recurring themes: motherhood, horror,…
Why the Darkness Feels Like Home

People often assume darkness is something to fear. Something to avoid. Something to grow out of.…
When an Idea Becomes Real

I’ve spent most of my life collecting ideas. Notebooks full of them. Half-finished stories. Characters. Sketches.…
Somewhere between the spilled milk and root rot

Before I became a mum, my favourite form of escapism was getting lost in stories. Books,…