Holiday reading

… ‘It’s as beautifully sad as a Paul Kelly song,’ I said to the mister when I went back inside to get a mid-book snack (dried peach) and refresh my cup of tea (green). We’ve known each other a long time, the mister and I, and I could see him thinking to himself...

Thank you, the only way I know how

Yesterday, for the second time in a week, people we don’t know, and people we will probably never meet, saved our block of land. From bushfire. They were sleeping in tents and some of them were very far from home. I don’t know what they’ve missed...

Where was Chad?

My football wishes are few: that Port win and the Crows lose. So it’s lucky we were in a place where we could listen to the game (the radio of course) by the light of a campfire with a clear sky full of stars. And now if you’ll excuse me, there’re...

Easter Sunday morning

I am not a morning person. Except, on the morning I lifted my head to see my two boys both sitting up in their beds looking through the uncurtained windows of our now bat-proof, but unlikely-to-ever-be-powered shack, windows through which I had, the night before and...