The blessed of Bundeena
I had a really lovely church experience at Bundeena recently. Bundeena isn’t even 20 minutes’ drive out of…
Going for glocal
The other day my dad kindly informed me that if I ever stood for politics I’d need to…
Paradise
Paradise, he declares while I proceed to speak of chains. I am Con-Tiki in reverse, a raft that’s…
City love (and lack thereof)
There are lots of things I love about you, Sydney. I love your dazzling waterfronts, stretching out from the Sydney…
Not-so-random acts of kindness
I don’t have any bones to pick with public transport, but sometimes it can really screw you over.…
A Canberran perspective on Vivid
Is it just me or have I seen Vivid before? In Canberra.
Seeya, Sydney
You cried the day I left. Well, I like to think grey skies and rain spattered across the…
No chocolate fix at Sweet Addiction
Question: What does a $14 million state-of-the-art glasshouse and a $15 entry ticket to the new Sweet Addiction chocolate…
What feels like home
4,000m above sea level and 400,000m from the closest shore of the Pacific Ocean, playing beach volleyball every Sunday afternoon in the park somehow became one of the defining elements of my life in La Paz.
Now, at sea level and right on the shores of the Pacific Ocean, playing beach volleyball every Monday evening in Manly is becoming an anchor, a touchpoint, to each week here in Sydney.
It's funny, the unlikely things that make me feel at home.
Why finding a house is like finding a husband
It was my cousin’s wife who said it: Finding a house is like finding a partner. You see a…
Next stop: Sydney
Tomorrow will be my first day in Monday to Friday, 9 to 5, paid employment in Sydney. There is…