A Harvest Moon Letter
Sweet Maryanne, Remember the roof top garden at the Victorian College of the Arts where water pours down windows like a million tears? Where the Art School once was? Remember when we drank tea out of thermoses? Chai tea, sweetened with so much honey it was thick and syrupy in our mouths. We laid back […]
Letters to my Daughters and Sons – Stuff I’ve stuffed up that you can do better
Like most mothers I want my kids (and all future generations) to be better, richer, healthier, happier and kinder than me and my generation. To do be happier than me – you must learn from my mistakes. Which you won’t do. Because if the generations of the world have anything in common it’s our resolute […]