We were enjoying a blissful life, making the most of every day. I, the poet, was still rather bem...

A collection of lively recollections about the author's life in Port Adelaide and travels through...

Lives hold promise and promises. Keeping one promise might mean breaking another, for life is any...

Everyone has a story. It would be foolish indeed to make comparisons, for there is always someone...

In his poem 'The Road Not Taken', Robert Frost writes of taking the road less travelled and this ...

As a child I drove my mother to distraction with my constant question, Why? After a stream of the...

'I write to make it real.' How often I have said that over the years? I didn't make it up to soun...

The question is, how did I become a seventy-two-year-old woman, mother, grandmother, great-grandm...

Stepping into the Blue

Unexpected challenges to my self-confidence and then reading The Order of Time by Carlo Rovelli s...

Vivid memories prompted by hearing a few stray notes playing sent me wandering through my very ri...

The almost inescapable presence of TV advertising and social media in our lives means we are bein...

One of the important things I learned when my poetry was first published was that, no matter how ...