The silhouette hour

This is a piece of prose I wrote at the end of winter of 2015. It was an important day in my life. I wanted to remember how it felt to live in that moment so I painted myself a picture in words to look back on later. This week I read it again and [...]


An ode to a very special teacher

This post is about my year 6 teacher. It's now 20 years ago that I sat in her Macksville classroom each day. She was a bright soul in my life's journey and her presence has stayed with me through it all. On a summer afternoon I sit at my school desk and sing Otis Redding [...]