I owe a few people an apology. Actually it’s probably quite a few people, so I’m just going to go with a blanket “I’m sorry” to anyone I’ve ever accused of over sharing and be done with it. Turns out whatever the reason was for me attacking your need to disseminate all aspects of your… Read More Semi-Precious Moments
A woman stands in a garden holding her granddaughter in her arms, swaying gently back and forth. “All the pretty lights” she croons. “All the pretty lights.” An evening ritual; watching the lights from Surfers Paradise twinkle on the horizon as she calms the little girl for sleep, pointing out constellations and looking for shooting… Read More Missing Marion, Ten Years On.