Stuff that doesn’t make sense
I count the days till I go home and they are too many and yet too few. I think…
Trite but true: make this your New Year’s resolution
First day back at work. It’s cold and not a bit dreary in La Paz. I haven’t…
Dry and cold in La Paz
Seca y fría. Dry and cold. No, I’m not describing La Paz (though I could be). I’m describing…
That dress / Know Delay
That dress Off the plane and into foreign arms Heart aflame with remembered love This greeting is polite…
Cold feet?
Thanks to the infamous Canberra winter, I think I have cold feet both physically and metaphorically. I’ve just…
365 days ago today
This time last year I … … said goodbye to a lot of people. Too many for one…
Sport and spirit
Converted introvert I surprised myself the other day. It was another one of those bizarre moments of self-awareness…
White heart: My tribute to Real Madrid
On Sunday morning at 4.45am AEST, I was up to watch my beloved Real Madrid play the Champions…
The “prophetic” song I wrote as a 7-year-old
Let me introduce you to Bluey Snowflake. She’s one of the best birthday presents I’ve ever received, a…
The truth about me and burritos
I’ve been thinking a lot about burritos. Specifically about how I’m slowly, reluctantly, but increasingly boldly, realising that…