She was part of my every day – moving through the house like another sibling, her radiance constant, as if belonging to the light itself.
You could get Coke or coffee bulk-brewed in a kitchen pot. It was a toss-up between the coffee and the folk singers for the level of gritty bitterness.
After the success of our book launch gig in March, we return to the writers’ festival circuit with our annual concert at the Williamstown Literary Festival on Friday 12 June.
Twenty five artists are deep in concentration as I’m sitting in a comfortable chair raised on a small stage
In our house we had our own personal pop music guru – our mum.
My son’s favourite Elsa costume is that sick as Eurovision-chic sparkling blue and white dress with the long snowflaked veil.
At ANZAC reunions and marches I’ve heard my late father referred to as a hero. I’m not much for the Aussie hero moniker, neither was Dad.
Central to the Medina, the old city, is a big square where buses load and unload around the edge – The Place Djemaa El Fna. In the souks, gateways lead off into the mysteries of streets which even a $1 street map can do nothing to unravel.
He cocked his head as he concentrated, his brow furrowed deep in thought. He resolved, from that day on, we would only listen to music from my collection.
The elements were reaching for oneness. I felt the quality of a marine night.