I tried to write a book
Writing a book has always been one of those things I dreamt of doing. Not because I wanted to become a famous author, appear…
Personal stories, observations and the occasional awkward question.
Writing a book has always been one of those things I dreamt of doing. Not because I wanted to become a famous author, appear…
When I mention I am heading to Kiribati for work, most people say they have never heard of it. I usually describe it as…
When I arrived in Australia as a teenager, I was sent to a boarding school for farmers’ kids. Back then, words like weirdo, wanker…
There’s something I’ve been wondering lately, and I don’t think I’m the only one. Is the priviledged life we knew—the life of travel, of…
The tender fraud of being “well-informed” We like to flatter ourselves that we’re the most enlightened creatures ever to shuffle across this planet. Our…
We think we’ll finally be happy when we get there — wherever “there” is. But life only ever happens here, in this vanishing now. …
As the planet slips into Trumphesim, and I put on my jacket to head out for a coffee, a thought pesters me. Its that…
“In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.” — Albert Camus By sixty, you’d think things…
I recently sat down for a meal with a friend who was originally from Beijing. She’s an Australian citizen now—grateful to be one, she’ll…
I’ve been back in Fremantle, Western Australia, for two months now. Two months of beautiful roads, pristine beaches, and an enviable climate. Everything here…