This week; take it or leave it.

I’ve been wracking my brains as to what to write about this week. The Old Boy’s out hunting bargains at garage sales; his favourite thing to do on a Saturday morning. The Wonder Dog is curled up nearby, on top of the recliner, having a snooze: one of his...

Flawed perfection

I tootled off to the doc, yesterday, to get an anti-pneumonia jab. While I was there I happened to mention the arthritis in my wrist was giving me gip (actually, it’s driving me bonkers!) and asked if he had any suggestions. The usual stuff wasn’t helping...

I’m book ends

I’ve been asked to speak at our public library in August, as part of their “meet the author” series. Of course my first question was: Why me? I’m not an author. I’m grateful to the librarian who invited me to speak in the Reading Room,...

Am I a racist?

I was channel-surfing the TV theĀ other night and came across a show by two young Australian men of non-European heritage, who were sharing insights on Australia from a “brown person’s” perspective. (I’m quoting them, so don’t judge me.)...