Something about the passing of our days
I grew up loving cricket and loving Jesus. A cricket ball in a low-hanging stocking from the patio was an occupational hazard. Any collisi..
Something about Healing Mummas
Yesterday was not unusual. It began with the customary round of whinging.
“I don’t want my eggs like that. Can I please have runny, not..
Something about quitting
“Pain is temporary. It may last a minute, or an hour, or a day, but eventually it will subside and something else will take it’s place..
Something about Tangles
On Wednesday morning, I woke to the news that one of my childhood cricketing heroes, Max Walker, had died at the too-young age of 68.
Something about Ip Man
Ip Man was a Wing Chun martial arts grandmaster, the teacher of Bruce Lee; full of grace, poise, fortitude, and honour. He reminds me a lo..
Something about old ladies and growing up
For the first 30 years of life, I was part of a Baptist church of around 120 in Como, just south of Perth. I don’t remember the church eve..
Something about relativity (and running pretty fast)
There’s a Tasmanian schoolboy sprinter. His name is Jack Hale. He’s fast. Blimmin’ fast. Last year he ran 10.31 for the 100 metres sprint ..
Something about Brian Winmar (Reprinted)
A mate of mine died last Monday. He was killed in a hit and run outside of his home. He was possibly lying on or near the road when a car ..