Doosie Morris

3 weeks ago | theguardian.com | Doosie Morris

Lachlan says he first noticed me when I was working as an usher at the Eternity Playhouse theatre in Sydney before Covid, but I first remember meeting him in December 2021 when we started rehearsals for A Chorus Line together. I was instantly attracted to this handsome, talented guy. When I found out he loved the ocean, surfing and skateboarding – like me – I knew he was a triple threat twice over.

1 month ago | theguardian.com | Doosie Morris

In the winter of 2021 I was still adjusting to life back in Melbourne after a long stint overseas, cut short by Covid. I was having a crack at online dating when Alex’s playful profile caught my eye. We matched, I slid into his DMs to comment on the lemons he had strategically placed next to his butt in his picture, and we were off and running. We clicked easily over text, and messaged often. But lockdowns kept postponing our dates.

1 month ago | theguardian.com | Doosie Morris

No one with school-age children is a stranger to the drudgery of the lunchbox and chances are, at some stage along the way – possibly weekly – you’ve found yourself at your wits’ end about what to send, not to mention what comes home. Once upon a time it was socially acceptable and not even considered a health or sustainability issue to slap some Vegemite and margarine in white bread, cover it in Glad Wrap and shove it – along with a Prima and bag of Tiny Teddies – into a plastic lunchbox.

2 months ago | theguardian.com | Doosie Morris

On 10 January 2000 I started my first job in journalism at the Brisbane News. I was 20 years old, a starry-eyed rube from suburban Bracken Ridge who didn’t even know what a flat white was. On my first day my editor had the rest of the journos join us at a cafe to welcome me to the team. That’s when I met Fiona. Fi. She’d been out on assignment and arrived late; the only seat left was right next to me. She was so natural and warm in the way she chatted with me.

2 months ago | theguardian.com | Doosie Morris

In 2004 I was a young writer at the University of Adelaide. I was working as an editor on an anthology of short stories when a piece by Sam came across my desk. We emailed back and forth for a while, working on the story, but I never met him in person. A few months later, I was out in town with some friends and noticed he was there. While we’d never crossed paths in real life, I knew what he looked like.