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The creative life of Eileen Kramer
‘I feel like I could fly!’ Eileen Kramer was born in Sydney in 1914 and studied singing at the Sydney...
The invisible arrow
WHY DID THEY ask me for an essay about stopping writing? And why did I say yes? Did I...
The ball still swings
Click here to listen to Editor Ashley Hay in conversation with Ian Lowe and Ingrid Burkett. ‘IT’S JUST LIKE the game we used to play,’ a...
Death by the book
THE NASTY CHEMICAL smell had gone. His eyelids were shut and she wanted to have one more peep to...
Longevity, quality and turning back the clock
MY NAN WAS an active, outgoing, engaged senior citizen. She gardened, kneeling on a foam pad to protect the...
Solving my medical mystery
IN OCTOBER 2018 I found myself in St Vincent’s Private Hospital. Located in Darlinghurst in inner-city Sydney, it was...
The elsewheres of Charlie Bolt
NO ONE KNEW what happened to Charlie Bolt. He had a wife, somewhere. She left to find ‘happiness’, believing...
Magical thinking and the aged-care crisis
HOW DID AUSTRALIAN aged care reach its current nadir? Countless inquiries and reviews have probed this question; postmortem after...
Dying wish
I believe in my mother’s inherent dignity and personhood, although we became strangers to one another years ago. I try to remind myself that, while her illness may have overtaken her, it does not define her, no matter how long it keeps her imprisoned.
Hearing stories of the past
WHEN WE FIRST see Daphne, she is sitting in a pool of sunshine at the edge of her veranda....
Things of stone and wood and wool
FOLLOWING THE DEATH of her elderly father, a close friend of mine recently asked if I would read a...
On looking into mirrors
YOU LOOK INTO the mirror. There are a number around the house and every now and then one of...
