21 Jul 2013
A woman I don’t know gave me a gift. She thought she was giving me a night’s accommodation and the chance to have a night away. What she actually gave me was the opportunity to briefly be without responsibility, without a role.
7 Apr 2011
You walk across windswept and perilously stark polished granite to an intercom box. Dial the number. Bells ring somewhere high above you.
Hi, it’s us.
Come on up, eleventh floor.
High above ordinary suburban Canberra there is an apartment. It is all boxes and suitcases. There are only four toys now. The last minute details of a life are being finalised, completed and packed. This apartment has been home to some very special people. Read More
29 Jan 2011
I just returned from a trip to Sydney. Was fantastic – but more about that later. One of the highlights was meeting the wonderful @mamabook. I have known her for a while now, but we have only just met. This story is brought to you by the magic of Twitter.