We can’t be at Broken Hill without seeing Silverton
Rediscovering Myself From My Travels
I think I must have perfected the art of self-censorship — I stopped before I can even say it.
What Am I Going To Do Now?
The show gives me hope nonetheless that ageing doesn’t have to be boring or disgraceful.
Earning the badge
I am absolutely certain I don't want to be volunteering in my retirement to be chopping onions only -- I've done enough onion chopping in my household.
Clutch
When it starts hurting the head and not just the heart...
Hope Springs Eternal
Time is God's gift for healing.
The Alpine Region and the South Coast
To find THE cheese or to eat the cheese?
The Job
Travel is the best antidote for sadness. Anywhere and everywhere.
Papa’s Roast Turkey
This is my late father’s recipe for any roast he use to make for us though I must say my favourite is his roast turkey.
“Wandalili Princess”
I looked out the window from my seat aboard the SAAB 340. Enormous land, but empty. Patches of greens and trees, but largely brown earth.
The New England Tablelands
Eeyore, the sad one, should be sad no longer.
