Thoughts From the Heart

What made me suspicious was the ferocity with which I was ripping up a boxful of confidential files. All Saturday afternoon, I ripped, r...

Deep inside me lurks a very hidden dream. If I were to even whisper it to my husband, he would roll around the floor in the hysterical lau...

The wind blows strongly from the south. The sun shines warmly in a cloudless blue sky. My jacket is wrapped tightly around me in the cold,...

Dear Part of my Heart,   It has been gradually coming to my attention that you are not pulling your weight. Our business has flourishe...

When I arrived, early March, the tree looked dead. Its thick grey trunk emerged from the brown earth with a certain stubborn starkness, as...

 I glance around our neighbourhood at the assembled bicycles, dolls, toys, cupboards and all that has been cleaned out of our houses and...

Where do I begin this tale of a family affair?   Does it begin under a lamp post in Kings Cross, Sydney, where my husband asked me to marr...