Jodie is a writer, speaker, poet and mother. An unashamed words girl who writes to process the myriad of experiences of life.
In her writing and on her blog she investigates the journey of life: the beautiful; the painful; the everyday; and the mundane. She has a heart for encouraging women on their life journey, particularly when that journey traverses the harder places of grief and pain.
On the days when she is not writing you will find her in her kitchen, usually licking the beaters from a chocolate cake.
You can find her books and follow her journey at jodiemccarthy.com
I have this sign above my kitchen. It sits there up high and in the centre of our house like a mantra, a statement for our home and our family. It says “Peace”. I have this coaster next to my reading chair, where I sit and pray, where I journal […]
When I was a child we used to spend Easter at my grandparents’ holiday cottage north of Geraldton. My mother is one of five, so the small house was always jam packed with a number of families, and the overflow slept in tents in the front yard. Days fell into […]
forgive is slowly chiselled in the hardness of my heart each stroke hurts with each tap I lose something something I was holding onto something I thought I needed but when done I see again the flesh that was under the stone and I understand Jodie McCarthy
On the 1st March autumn officially began in Perth, and after the long hot summer, the cooler days have been awaited anxiously. Yet, here we are in the middle of March and no sign of autumn, because just by decreeing an arbitrary day autumn does not make it so. My […]
We started trying for children when I saw my 30th birthday approaching. We both felt it was the right time and so, although nervous about being parents, we embraced that decision whole-heartedly. Yet despite our expectations, it didn’t happen overnight. It didn’t happen in a year. It didn’t happen for […]
The other day my 4 year old came to me with a something she had picked up in the garden. She thought it was a nut and wanted to know what tree it had come from. I thought it was a flower bud and so we cut it open there […]