(8 minute read)
My heart was torn, my mind ragged… my soul lost. I no longer had the drive or willpower to just grit my teeth and hope for the best, knowing the best was behind us both. I needed a fresh start, one far from a city, country, continent, that other than some key moments and memories, had left me unhappy, despondent and sad. At my darkest, it was my son who gave me the will to trudge on. To have fun where I could and see the world through his beautiful, playful, innocent and loving eyes.
(7 minute read)
In a year that started off in the best possible way – travelling back home to Australia to show off my beautiful country to my fun lovin’ young son for the very first time – ended in one of the worst ways imaginable almost… The devastating Australian wildfires! This time of year is normally my chance to acknowledge and honour books, films, and music. Somehow it all feels a little hollow in light of recent events, but on with the show!
(4 minute read)
Great books, like music, film, art, or any other creative endeavour, are so subjective. What is meaningful to one, is disregarded by another. Throw in strong opinions and individual tastes, and it’s almost impossible to truly encapsulate, let alone even get close to what it takes to make a great book, great. While we can all agree how to measure fast cars or tall buildings, on the question of what makes a great book, great? Well…