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As I write, rain is pummelling the roof of our holiday cottage. The kids and I are on a mini-break while hubby finishes off another house ..

1987 was a good year. Taylor Swift would argue 1984 was solid, but 1987 was right up there for me.

For starters, I was selected to run ..

Early in my endeavour to run regularly, I encountered some shin pain. I booked into the physiotherapist to see what could be done to ease ..

After three weeks remaining silent as a treatment for vocal nodules, my wife, Fiona, has begun talking again.

All the same words, many ..

Somewhere in the northeast quarter of Sicily, as we rounded a bend by a grand but incidental rail bridge, we spotted a roadside fruit and ..

Thirty years ago, on a public holiday near Wesley Boatshed on the South Perth foreshore, I went for a run. These were the days when the hi..

I have always wanted to see whales close up. Whenever I was in a coastal whale area, I would strain my eyes out to sea; I would look for t..

I love Jesus’ ability to change tack for a Kingdom purpose. He takes the tangents that open the way to love, miracles, hope, and a new kin..

A few weeks ago, I had a holy moment.

I call it a holy moment because I was captured by its beauty and so much so, that something stran..

Last week, I interviewed a lady for a magazine that I write. The lady, along with another teacher from her school, had been nominated for ..