Its almost the midnight hour here in downtown Elwood. Most cats should be asleep, but I’m not. You see, it’s not often you get to participate in a webinar with one of the legends of Psycho-social support, Stevan Hobfall. A decade ago, as critical incident stress debriefing was starting to be questioned as to whether […]Read more "Wait til the midnight hour"
Today we farewelled an extraordinary woman, Cher, the mother of one of Emily’s closest friends. She, like many women, battled with the breast cancer scourge, and gave it her best shot. Her life’s celebration was in a light filled room down in St Kilda, by the beach, a place that was so much part of […]Read more "On Grief"
A trip to the National Gallery of Victoria is not complete for me, unless I stand in front of John Brack’s Collins St, 5pm. It’s an iconic, powerful meditation on urban life, as relevant today, as when it was painted in 1957. Stand long enough in front of, and you’ll hear the clack of shoes […]Read more "Collins St, 5pm"
Many years ago my colleague and great friend, Mairead Doyle came to work, and said “Happy Star Wars Day” I looked at her blankly, and she followed up with “Its May the 4th, and I was thinking “yep, I’m not stupid, I can read a calendar” Then she gave me one of those chemical engineer, […]Read more "May the Fourth"
The other day I was looking for a post, and I kept go back, and back, and back, to 2013, May the Second, the day when I searched up “writing blogs”, created a site, came up with a weird name, and put some words on a file. Feeling pleased with myself, I thought I’m a […]Read more "Here I am: Sastrugi is 5"
There’s a little book that has been sitting in my bookshelf for a couple of years, bought one chilly wet night at The Paperback Bookshop in Bourke St Melbourne (probably my favourite bookshop). I have severe Tsundoku (the japanese term for buying books and not reading them). But after hearing journalist Tom Doig speak at […]Read more "Morwellian"