This ANZAC Day, as we remember the men and women who sacrificed so much for us on foreign soil, let us reflect on the greatest gift of love.
A light hearted fractured fairytale. A poem.
A Winter Break at the beach for me is a time to rest, recalibrate and reboot. A poem
To suffer pain and loss is a universal experience. But how we grieve is intensely personal. A poem.
Humility is like a dessert. Best served in small regular doses. A poem.
Living life on the land is a dream come true. But the realities can be harsh. A poem.
It’s a club I’m honoured to be a member of. It’s a road I’ve been blessed to walk. A poem.