Saving James Price Point
This is James Price Point, a remote and rugged finger of land on the Western Australia coast, about 50km north of the pearling town of Broome,…
Blogging about books
Books have been one of my passions since I was a child. My ever-growing collection of books still includes some of my childhood favourites. My reading tastes…
A Christmas pudding made with love
The pudding bowl is on the table, filled with luscious dried fruit and glace cherries, soaked in rum. As my daughter and I arrive for the…
Time to write again
Time poor. It’s a popular phrase these days, and not one I’m keen on, but I think it describes pretty well my silence for a few…
Buying into the ‘burqa’ debate
At the back of my wardrobe, in a place that no-one ever sees, hangs a shiny voluminous black cloak. It’s an abaya – or what many…
A letter to my sister
Dear Anne, This was a day a long time coming. Your family had been planning it for a while but suddenly the timing was perfect. It…
Mateship starts at home
ANZAC Day holds a special place in the hearts of Australian and New Zealanders. For many of us, it is a day with personal meaning, as…
Memories of a dogsitter (For Ollie)
For six wonderful weeks at a time when my heart and mind needed space and serenity, dear friends allowed me to look after their house and…
The “asbestos suit” of love
Love has been on my mind this week. Not romantic love, but the kind of love that makes all things possible and achievable. The kind of…
Happy little vegemites
Australian travellers throw a jar (or in recent years a plastic tube) of it in their suitcases and backpacks. Expat Aussies hunt it down at specialist…
A Glass Half Full 