Pho in St Leonards

There is an unassuming cafe in the lobby of a Sydney office building. It's at 33 Herbert street, St Leonards, if you are ever in the neighbourhood. The place is called Phoodle. Almost every lunch hour the little place is packed with people. It's because their pho is the best in the business. Topped with... Continue Reading →


I love a good cup of coffee. It kickstarts my mornings and  helps me get ready for the day. I'm usually incomprehensible before it... and a little grumpy. The image was taken on my phone and edited using Hipstamatic. via The Daily Post Photo Challenge: Satisfaction

That time in New York

It was our first New York morning. We were staying with my brother and his family. This view greeted us from their place that day. My husband and I diligently saved ten years worth of frequent flyer points and used it all to purchase our plane tickets. The experience was to be my birthday present.... Continue Reading →


Came across this piece at MONA last year. It reminded me of an old painting of an artist studio. It was unusual for many reasons. For me, it was because the artist in the installation was human. Instead of a static piece of work, I soon discovered I was viewing a type of performance art. In... Continue Reading →

Honey Badger Dessert Cafe

Down in Hobart, Tasmania, behind the row of sandstone buildings at Salamanca Place, in front of a big bronze fountain, is Honey Badger Dessert Cafe. It looks like any other cafe with big glass windows. It's cheerful and bright inside. Tables are arranged along the walls and in the middle of the space. I ducked... Continue Reading →


We have a bookshelf at home that has become a collage of loved things. It displays a growing collection of toys, lego, trading cards and other things our son has played with and retired. The hardest to put on the shelf was his first. It was his beloved Teddy that he had from the day... Continue Reading →

A big deal

He was a fit man before his stroke. Every morning K would greet the day with exercise. Push ups, knee lifts, sit ups. He did them all. It was his daily ritual. In his prime he had the world at his feet. They tell me he was the second man in Korea to apply for... Continue Reading →


More than 150,000 vehicles cross this bridge every day. Also known as the coat hanger, it links north Sydney to the city centre. I live on the north side of this city. There are days when I cross this bridge without much thought. And then there are times when I'm returning from a long day... Continue Reading →


There was a young man who invented a game. He was an Aboriginal man who wanted to explain what it felt like to be an Aboriginal person in this country. The game took you through a history of his people and every day situations we would never come across. Every time something good happened, the... Continue Reading →


"We all travel," he says. "It's just a matter of how far." "And how long..." I reply. He didn't get the job in Singapore. For the first time in a long while he was excited about the future and what it had to offer. Now he is a little disappointed. He wanted the family adventure.... Continue Reading →


I met a young man on a trip to Canberra. A fellow passenger on a bus, he told me he was from Aleppo, Syria. He asked me to guess his age. I picked 22. He was 17. He came Australia ten months ago, but his English was already fluent. We avoided talking about the war,... Continue Reading →

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