A collection of lively recollections about the author's life in Port Adelaide and travels through Australia, mixing warm humour with sharp observations. The author is an acclaimed poet and non-fiction writer, and editor of the Ginninderra Press Pocket Poets series.
A collection of lively recollections about the author's life in Port Adelaide and travels through Australia, mixing warm humour with sharp observation...
Everyone has a story. It would be foolish indeed to make comparisons, for there is always someone better or worse off than oneself. However, there is a comforting and healing sense of kinship with others who have had similar experiences. Even death, that, which we call the last act of our play, does not end a story. Everyone who has existed, no matter how briefly, affects someone else for the rest of their life. They affect others and so the story goes on and on. Perhaps, when grief and heartache isolates us, we forget this. We cannot always control what touches our lives. We do all have the...
Everyone has a story. It would be foolish indeed to make comparisons, for there is always someone better or worse off than oneself. However, there is ...
In his poem 'The Road Not Taken', Robert Frost writes of taking the road less travelled and this making all the difference. In 'Leisure', W.H. Davies writes, 'What is this life, if full of care, we have no time to stand and stare'. Both poems have strongly influenced how I have lived my life. In the past, I have said I write to make people think and with my passion I was hoping to make people more aware of their impact on others. I have written to try and understand my own choices and responses to the behaviour of others. I learned long years ago that we must fight very hard for peace and...
In his poem 'The Road Not Taken', Robert Frost writes of taking the road less travelled and this making all the difference. In 'Leisure', W.H. Davi...
We were enjoying a blissful life, making the most of every day. I, the poet, was still rather bemused by the freedoms of retirement and Stephen was doing what he loves - publishing. Our idyll was rudely interrupted when we were told that Stephen had cancer. We were suddenly thrust into an unaccustomed world. This is not a horror story. Stephen relied on stoicism and determination to get through. The poet wrote her way through a harsh reality and the story of a new love that was tested - and not found wanting. The unfailing love and support of family, friends and caring dedicated medical...
We were enjoying a blissful life, making the most of every day. I, the poet, was still rather bemused by the freedoms of retirement and Stephen was...
As a child I drove my mother to distraction with my constant question, Why? After a stream of these endless whys I can still hear her exasperated voice saying, 'Why because.' and I knew that was the time to stop - at least for a while. Nothing has changed. I am still asking questions. These days I know there are no specific answers but it can be fun exploring possibilities. Wise woman or philosopher? Is there a difference? I have no piece of paper that says I'm qualified to be either or both, but my life has been an amazing journey of experiences and in this collection of essays I am using...
As a child I drove my mother to distraction with my constant question, Why? After a stream of these endless whys I can still hear her exasperated v...
