Not quite full circle. The olive tree has produced for the first time and it feels momentous. It has survived years of overseas separation, ...

The Blue Mountains near Sydney, Australia I couldn't sleep on Saturday night. It was a combination of being in an unknown place, in a st...

I wandered for many years. Home, then, was the place that my parents lived in and the boxes (stumbling blocks, literally and figuratively) t...

Tug, bundle, scoop up and in.  "Hmm. Efficiently done. Nicely done," I mused.  I reached for the washing liquid, gave the product ...

  Weaving a French Life: An Australian story is out. I broke all the rules. There was no cover reveal, I set up no pre-orders, didn't a...