When Canberra and I were very young
Terms of endearment
What a fuss about the Pope retiring. At the age of 85, why wouldn’t he choose to put up his pretty red shoes and sit dozing in the sun with…
All tragic to the moon
Getting up close and personal with the past
She knows when you’ve been bad or good.
One day a week
A friend’s aunt (a contemporary of mine) used to come to the breakfast table at her home in NZ in the mid-1950s to find that there were holes in the…
Is it better to makea cup of tea?
Guiltily listening to the Sydney International Piano Competition on ABC Radio in July, I reminded myself that one of the blessings of old age is that one need never sit…
Friends I have never met
The sweat and the beauty of ballet