I’m exhausted. Saturday was a day like no other. I had things to do but I didn’t quite know how or when to do them.
Old Ground, New Life
The last time I visited the Moorabbin Oval at Linton Street, it was a chilly, desolate spot. It was winter, and a heavy mist enveloped the ground.
This is Sharon. We met the day after the grand final on a Punt Road bound train. I got on at Caulfield station with Hugo, my only Tiger offspring, and at 14 years and five months of age he has been a devoted fan throughout. Together we have traversed the muddy times, the shock losses […]
On Friday evening I sat up on the top deck of the Sky Bus as it glided smoothly down the Tullamarine Freeway from the airport. I had a great view of the passing traffic. There was an order and a rhythm that made the trip feel comfortable.
A Santa Sighting and the Tiger Train
Guess who I saw…..
A little Bit Mad
I’m sitting in a black vinyl covered swivel chair at Carnegie Hair place, Carnegie, of course.
A free Weekend; old books and new thoughts
Quite a while ago, when I was doing Yr 12, I remember coming across a book by Viktor Frankl. He was an Austrian psychotherapist. It might have been in the Moonee Ponds library, the spot I retreated to escape the noise at home, and to pretend to myself that I was studying. Or, I may […]