I drive up the Hume Highway towards Canberra and I feel excited. I’ve been meaning to come up all year. Since leaving twenty years ago I have made at least one trip annually to see…
Tag: #cominghome
Coming Home – To An Empty Nest
Like so many of my friends, I left home at the start of the year I turned 18. Within a matter of weeks I had my birthday, all four wisdom teeth out, got my licence…
Coming Home – To Music
In High School there was a time where I held the dubious honour of being the only string in the school band. It presented an awkward conundrum… where should I stand? Problem solved, my viola…
For What It’s Worth – Memory
For as long as I can remember Nan made Christmas cakes. I have a clear memory of that special cake appearing proudly on the table, sliced and presented on a glass plate after dinner. As…