Once, the inappropriate car driven by my husband and myself became lodged in the mire of a blacksoil road between Charters Towers and Aramac. It could not be dislodged. People smarter than ourselves did not use that long and unreliable road. We watched, from memory, two sunsets from the front

It has often come to my attention that we do not lead regular lives. Visiting other families is like going to a foreign country – different food, different customs, generally a whole different level of responsible living. My daughter is also aware of this. I noticed her fascination with other

A friend has just opened an exhibition of paintings based on Dorothea Mackellar’s famous poem My Country. The exhibition and the poem have made me look at our own paddocks in a new – and old – way. How is it that a homesick girl of 19 wrote words that still

One of the things I love about social media is the personal record of your life it gathers. Photographs, milestones, thoughts from the past all pop up on anniversary dates that you had almost completely forgotten. One of the memories that came up the other day was of my daughter

This year has been all about windows. Windows of opportunity, windows to outside, brief windows of time to seize the day. Yesterday, it was all about the window in the engine of a freight train. It was about the man at the window, leaning out to wave and blow the

I was watching Law and Order: SVU the other night – don’t judge, some of the bad guys are more likable than our reality TV stars – when something strange happened. The detectives stormed a perp’s apartment … wearing facemasks. It was like our worlds aligned. Finally, I had something in common