I was so spoiled for my birthday this year. It came with one of those labels – a ‘milestone’ – and despite my protestations that we didn’t need to have big celebrations it still turned…
For What It’s Worth
Coming Home – To Piles Of Diaries
Confession. I have a passion for reading other people’s diaries. Virginia Woolf. Oliver Sacks. Helen Garner. I collect them. I devour them and then I find myself reading them over and over again, taking different…
Coming Home – To Living With Dogs
Going away on our camper van adventure meant so many things to us. It meant a week of relative freedom – from responsibility, from routine, from ‘normal’. Gosh, we needed it! Coming home, then, truly…
Coming Home – To Travel
I have such strong emotional recollections of camping as a child. A long weekend in the tent with mum and dad and my two sisters, sleeping on bunk camp stretchers, playing endless games of Pontoon…