Not for official use WHEN I READ Georgia Blain's memoir, Births Deaths Marriages (Random House, 2008), I was struck by the cover of... By Debra Adelaide
After the words MY PAST HAS not quite perished, nor would I want it to. The events described in my second memoir,... By Kate Holden
My last-ditch attempt MY PSYCHIATRIST IS this pert petite pixie. Excuse me: when I'm manic, and I am manic at the moment,... By Rebecca Epstein
On self-knowledge Selected for The Best Australian Essays 2011ON MY LEFT index finger is a ring that fits snugly. It's been... By Andrew Sant
Unravelling Filipino terrorism MANILA WAS IN pitch darkness and gangs of soldiers roamed the streets arresting anyone who was foolish enough to... By Paul Wilson
Looking back: a self-portrait I HAVE STEPPED inside a replica of Leonardo da Vinci's cabinet of mirrors, and here I am, as I... By Lloyd Jones
Storytelling, sense-making NEVER BEFORE IN human history has so much been known about so many by so many.The social media revolution... By Julianne Schultz
Networks: mates, nodes and cells THE TECHNOLOGICAL REVOLUTION had scarcely begun to gather momentum when management consultants, alert as ever to an emerging opportunity,... By Julianne Schultz
Putting up fences LIKE MOST OF the women I walked with in the park, I was renovating a house; getting it ready... By Tess Brady
The way we live THE SUBURBS HAVE always held an important place in the Australian imagination. The space between what Henry Lawson referred... By Alister Grieg
The dog of fiction and the wolf of memory I remember leaving that place, looking over my shoulder and with my ears alert for the sound of the... By Miriam Zolin
The island I GREW UP on an island in the Baltic Sea. It was flat and windswept, and I don't seem... By Mette Jakobsen