Stories from the journey home
On any given night in Australia there are more than 116,000 people experiencing homelessness. They are couch surfing in other people's homes or sleeping rough on the streets. I once met a woman who said she was lucky enough to have a gym membership and a car when she became homeless. Her husband played the... Continue Reading →
I was at a large retirement village a little while ago. They had their first arts and crafts show with more than 300 entries from all the residents. I spotted this pretty posy there. For Debbie's Six Word Saturday
Taken last year on our trip down to Melbourne to see my in-laws. Via the Daily Post Photo Challenge: Lines
There is a small, 40 seat restaurant in Darlinghurst. Opened by two sisters, Carol and Sharon Salloum, the place has delighted Sydney-siders for more than ten years with delicious Syrian food. Called the Almond Bar, the sisters wanted to showcase Middle Eastern cuisine and change perceptions of what it had to offer through their restaurant.... Continue Reading →
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There once were daisies outside our home. They grew and grew on our street. Maybe the council did not like them, because they are gone now. Prolific no longer. via the Daily Post Photo Challenge: Prolific
She was married for six months when her husband got the call. He was offered a job in Australia and he was going to take it. It was 1957 and Australia was half a world away from Suffolk, the place where M was raised. "I don't think I would have come to Australia if my... Continue Reading →
I went to an Open Mic Night in Fairfield a few weeks ago. It was organised by a local church in South West Sydney to support people who have fled persecution and conflict. It was an encouraging evening and I enjoyed my souvenir from the night. Thank you Debbie for your Six Word Saturday!
The sun rising on the city that never sleeps. It was taken one morning from my brother's place in New York. We woke to sunlight streaming into the room. I grabbed my phone and I went outside to take the shot. I wish I could say the neighbourhood was waking up, but I could hear... Continue Reading →
It's a four year old conversation. Our boy was in Grade 2. His teacher was asking the class to prepare a short talk every two weeks. "So," I ask. "What are you going to do for your school topic talk this week?" "What I would do if I ruled the world," he responds. "Oh, I... Continue Reading →
Sometimes small white flowers are beautiful For Debbie's Six Word Saturday
My grandmother passed away many years ago. We spent most of our lives apart in different countries. I wish I knew her better. Of the things I received after she died were old photos that my mother had sent her through the years. She kept them all. This one makes me smile. It's me striking... Continue Reading →
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