Path next to the   Pont du Diable Just over twenty-one years ago, I was toughing it out in a labour ward in Melbourne. My mind was fir...

Should you look inside one of my kitchen cupboards, you'd see a large range of drinking glasses - mostly recognisable as former jam, ...

We made it to February 5, our day of departure, and against all odds we were ready. Busy until the very last minute and with the ...

In a previous post , I mentioned an interview that I did with Rosemary Puddy of The Book Podcast. It was still Christmas here in Fra...

For a long time, I refused to subscribe to Facebook, Instagram or any social media. I hated the thought of having to put forward a perf...