Aussie childhood is imprinted on us — and won’t let us go
This geography, this topography, shapes all of us who lived their childhood in this land. The response to nature is collected in our bones and it calls to us all our lives.
This geography, this topography, shapes all of us who lived their childhood in this land. The response to nature is collected in our bones and it calls to us all our lives.
A photo of dismal mud at the bottom of a Mount Buller chairlift went viral. Will Australia even have a ski industry in a few decades?
I’m starting to feel energised by the idea of the exuberant years ahead, rather than dreading the retirement journey as a descent into bleakness, bewilderment and loss of control.
Men have kept women weak and subservient over millennia, in a vast ghosting; ignoring and reducing our achievements, strength, voice. Yet this year feels like a fulcrum moment.
I assumed the referendum would bring Australia together, in joy and healing. Now I worry there’ll be despair, disbelief, and anger.
Taken, bartered, whatever you want to call it, these items need to be in an institution that cherishes them, or returned to their people. The alleged theft by staff has strengthened the case.
It runs like an underground river through womanhood, passed from female to female, and I dare you to give it a go.
The modern father feels like a new and improved version of the father of old. I have great hope for the fathers of the future when I look at the young men of today.
The California-based Anthony LaPaglia is coming to Melbourne for his Australian stage debut. How did Andrew Henry pull it off?
You’d never know this from the public persona, but I have a social affliction that has blighted my life. I used to think it was a curse. Now I embrace it.
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