Jo Pybus is a freelance writer.
As executor of my father’s will, I tried my best to navigate the insane bureaucracy and cost that dying incurs. But in the end, it defeated me.
Letter writers and coin collectors of the world unite! Our analogue days are numbered.
Apologising for everything and nothing has crept into our vernacular like an audible placeholder, akin to “um” and “like”.
What does Christianity teach us about Christmas? Quite a lot about love, actually.
Once I was a trusting customer. Now, I won’t engage until you’re proven innocent.
I visited my local bank – masquerading as a coffee shop – and coaxed them into taking my money. Why did it feel like I’d pulled off a heist?
I recently experienced a flush of delight when it was suggested I was “virtue signalling” in one of my articles.
How do I reconcile being a proud white Australian who benefited from the English taking this land with knowing what that meant for the people whose land they took?
I created a “jar of joy” to record blissful experiences. The results were enlightening.
For me, my highest endorsement – whether you be family, friend or one of the people I follow online – is that I should like you. Love is riddled with trap doors.