Authenticity Paradox

Authenticity Paradox

Brilliant sky, searing sun and red horizon. Glittering water, floral profusion, waterbirds, and fish. These are both the authentic desert. I started school in the arid and isolated little town of Woomera in South Australia.  While living there, my dad built a boat....
Snails

Snails

When I was six, Mum and Dad were building a house and for a year we all piled-in to live with Grandma and Grandpa in country South Australia. Grandma loved roses, although growing them was a bit of a feat in SA summers. Looking back, I suspect the roses might have...
Teams of Teams

Teams of Teams

By golly, some of the work I’ve been involved in these last few years has been noticed across the Pacific with reciprocal shared gratitude – it’s just grand! The wonderful crowd at Circle of Security International have given me a shout-out here. Can...
How’s that Grace Tame, eh?

How’s that Grace Tame, eh?

How’s that Grace Tame, eh! What a stunner. Amazing Tasmanian Grace – you little beauty! Did you see Our Australian of the Year pack her punches up on that podium? You go, our woman of strength and power! You change this world! You take paternalistic domination and...
The Composting of Where You’ve Been

The Composting of Where You’ve Been

Do you remember The Man from Snowy River? Or more specifically the blog I wrote about a paper I gave at the 2019 Australian and New Zealand Supreme and High Court Judges’ Conference? The presentation at that conference has led to the great privilege and opportunity to...