Stories from the journey home
This is my son's hand on the right. It once used to fit into my palm. I used to play with his tiny fingers as I cradled him to sleep. Now he's a teenager. Tall and lanky. Taller than me. Soon he'll be as tall as his father. They say children are never ours. They... Continue Reading →
Wide open space. It was one of the first things I noticed whenever we came back from Seoul. We'd touch down at Hobart airport and be greeted by a blast of fresh air as we stepped out of the plane. As we walked down the stairs to the tarmac then on towards the arrival terminal,... Continue Reading →
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