Writing Out Loud

I'm not sure why, but finding your passions in life can be a bit tricky. I guess that's true at some times of life more than othe...

"You can do it, but only if you stop over-thinking it." That, right there, is the sentence that sums up my life. The latest pe...

Steam fills the room as the water hits me. I give my four-year-old some jobs: get a toy for your sister, and bring the phone in here so I...

Thanks to Caroline for this shot of me When I was a kid, my Dad was a photographer. I used to feel a sense of magic seeing an image ap...

It's one of those months when life is so enthralling, you can't take your eyes away. My baby girl is standing at every opportun...

The Yarra Valley conjures images of vineyards and wide open spaces, but there's another part you might forget about. These are the ...

I've always wanted to run my own business. Working for someone else always felt like time biding, the rehearsal before the real show beg...

I used to love baking with my little girl. Mess and all - we'd make up songs as we sifted, move the chairs so she could reach to stir th...

Picture yourself here My fifteenth year was spent in a room much like any other high school classroom, sitting by the window to make my...

“Your eldest sounds like a real character,” a new acquaintance said. “You’ll have to make sure she doesn’t dominate your second, though.”...