Essay The days of our lives are seventy years;And if by reason of strength they are eighty years,Yet their boast is only labor and sorrow;For it is soon cut off, and we fly away. Psalms 90:10 ‘HOW TIME FLIES!’ my elderly relatives...

ReportageTELEVISION WAS MY babysitter. As a child growing up in the ’60s, I would race home from school, grab a plate of biscuits and a glass of milk, and spend the afternoon on the couch watching back-to-back American cartoons and...

EssaySelected for The Best Australian Science Writing 2014 AS SOON AS the midwife placed my newborn son on my belly, moments after a twenty-three-hour labour brought him into the world, I started counting his fingers and toes. I checked his...

MemoirIN MIDWINTER JULIA shuffled into my office and slowly lowered herself into the chair beside my desk. It was a cold, wet Melbourne morning and patients were starting to pile into the clinic, sheltering from the wind. The clock...

Memoir'Nowhere have I felt as safe as in this wilderness.'– Melech RavitchTHE WORLD HAS become a blur, borders losing their definition. Countries chase each other clockwise around the axis of a plastic globe I hold on my lap. With...