On contemplating what to write about this month, I thought maybe I would share a little of the ordinariness of my life - an ordinariness that is unique to me. I have noticed over the past few days that there has been an out of the ordinary spike in my readership graph. On my website I am able to ... READ the POST

My Coorong holiday. I drove down to my sister's in the Adelaide Hills. I always enjoy the drive from here through Williamstown, Birdwood, Woodside, to Belair. The cooler hills climate keeps everything greener for longer, and the countryside with its farm-houses, sheds, sheep and cattle, creeks, and ... READ the POST

It's holiday time in Australia - something that millions of people from third world countries possibly have no concept of. In news items, movies and docos we see of war-torn, poverty-stricken nations, populated with the starving, infirm, motherless, spouseless - at menial work, or begging on the ... READ the POST

It's always a little task each month to think of what to write for you. For me. My daughter shared with me the other day that one of her cafe customers had bought a copy of my memoir there, and was pouring out to Marlo her enthusiasm about the story. How I would love to still be writing about ... READ the POST

Outside of my own little world, here where I live, the greater world always calls me. Last weekend with my two similarly adventurous girlfriends, I found myself amongst jazz lovers at the South Coast Jazz Festival. We'd booked a lovely beach house at Port Elliot - a few metres from a pounding ... READ the POST

Here is the poem I meant to put up yesterday. It is in the style of most of the poetry I wrote in the late seventies, early eighties - quirky and a bit silly, but inspired by my hero poets of the day. If you're reading on your i-phone, turn it sideways for a better read. The Tapestry Powder ... READ the POST