A brolga walks into a bar…
I’m starting to really love blogging. So it’s quite a thrill to be asked to be a guest blogger, which has happened a few times since…
Hair today…
Shelley is giving me a lesson in blow-drying my hair. I tell her I just normally blast it and it looks fine. She asks about what…
Sailing: the art of slow travel
A turtle pops its head up as I glance across the water. As quickly, it is gone again…but I know there’ll be another along sometime, for…
Swell sculpture
Sand between my toes, a soft-serve ice-cream covered in sprinkles in my hand, and a feast of seashore, surf and some stunning sculpture before me. That’s how I…
Words from the heart
Writers weren’t the only creative souls at the annual Brisbane Writers Festival last weekend. Greeting festival-goers at the entrance to the wonderful State Library of Queensland was…
Raising a glass to Merle and Ro
On a Wednesday afternoon in March 1965, Merle Thornton and her friend and fellow feminist Rosalie “Ro” Bognor walked into the public bar of a Brisbane pub and…
A Glass Half Full 