Why this blog has been hard to write

This blog was going to start with an anecdote about running… and in the next draft I wrote, it was going to start with something my Dad once said to me. Now it feels a bit self-indulgent, as I write about the struggles of writing. But if you stick with me, the wrestling I’ve done … Continue reading Why this blog has been hard to write

In the arms of the angel

I made my Aunty cry a couple of nights ago. It was my singing that triggered it, but hopefully not because it was so bad, as my Dad would once have joked. I’m very happy to be back at singing lessons now I’m home in Melbourne and I was sharing with Aunty D and my … Continue reading In the arms of the angel