Thoughts, Stories & Reflections by Stephen Mitchell
Observations on Being a Weekend Father, Creating New Memories & Figuring Life Out
I’ve got a funny story to tell. Mostly it about recycling. Funny but practical. Recently I bought this leather round ottoman. Problem was, it didn’t come with any stuffing. The instruction pamphlet said you could fill it with beans, foam blocks, or 'material squares'. So I looked that up. Turns out, they mean cutting fabric... Continue Reading →
A few days ago, I shared a short video showing the scale of the corella flocks around both the Kingscote and Parndana Campuses, and now into the surrounding streets and trees. Thousands of birds. Eating, sleeping, shitting, squabbling, and procreating like they’ve signed a long-term lease. Every evening they descend on the grass, roost in... Continue Reading →
Recently, whilst shifting into 'solo accommodation', a realisation struck: I don’t own a single side lamp. Not for my desk, not for the lounge. So, naturally, I fell into the rabbit-hole of a late-night Google search - and here are the results, displaying quite a few floor and table lamps that peaked my interest! Lighting... Continue Reading →
This evening, on my walk home from my old house (~ the one where my separated-wife and our children still live) my thoughts drifted to the spaces that divide all of us. Walls and barricades, both physical and emotional, shape our conversations, our silences, even our memories. Somewhere between the streetlights and the cool night... Continue Reading →
Now that I am living alone, I have purchased a few kitchen appliances to make food preparation easier. A few weeks ago I asked for the Ninja NutriBullet - but somehow I ended up a "Ninja NutriBlender BN460ANZ30". I thought it’d be the same twist-lock design as most compact blenders. Turns out, this one had... Continue Reading →
Way back in 2008 I first published these five days on Kangaroo Island under separate articles. Last night I decided to put them all together and publish as one. It's really just a bunch of written journal entries, talking about that weekend Sarah and I helped her parents moved their life from a farm at... Continue Reading →
After a recent hospital visit shook me awake, I'm convinced it's time to tweak my eating habits. Whilst I remember my teenage were filled with outdoor adventures and wholesome meals like Spaghetti Bolognese, Macaroni Cheese, and Shepherd's Pie, all lovingly prepared by my family, I am now eating less appealingly. Even my after-school snacks in... Continue Reading →
Thoughts, Stories & Reflections by Stephen Mitchell 
[…] with XXY, and alone now, has taught me that my brain is wired differently to most – yet I…
[…] Living with XXY, and alone now, has taught me that my brain is wired differently to most – yet…