Journal
Articles
Old growth
IN 1975, JUST before my sixteenth birthday, I read in the summer issue of Dolly magazine that everyone needed some...
Killing time
The days of our lives are seventy years;And if by reason of strength they are eighty years,Yet their boast...
Contemporary loss
ONE OF THE most popular Irish broadcasters and writers of modern times was Nuala O’Faolain. Abruptly, in the middle...
One hundred years of sumbiotude
I AM A child of the Anthropocene, born in 1953. I have lived in a period of history also known...
In an unguarded moment
IT’S EARLY ON a Friday and the usual morning hustle of a school day is playing out in my...
The hungry years
LIKE FALLING OVER, choking in public is always a little embarrassing. When it happens, people feel the need to...
How the sky stays above us
I am changing now the congregation of years not age so much as a ripening view and I have started speaking to trees one big...
The town turns over
Listen to Laura Elvery read ‘The town turns over’. IF YOU WANT to know how we got here, we will tell you. Once, not...
Listening to the Elders
With Acknowledgements of Country and Welcomes to Country becoming a more frequent element of institutional practice in Australia, where...
System failure
WHEN I TURNED sixty last year, I entered a year’s worth of birthday celebrations with friends to mark the milestone....
A vapour trail across the sun
I AM AN amazingly fortunate woman. I am an author, well into my seventies, published for the first time. My memoir,...
The almost homeless
MARG’S NORTH BRISBANE townhouse looks innocuous from the outside. But when she ushers me inside, the chaos of her...
