
Grace and Disgrace Part 2
Last week I wrote about my encounter with grace. Today I want to talk about being drawn to a movie by its subtitle – how the church is better and worse than you ever...
Last week I wrote about my encounter with grace. Today I want to talk about being drawn to a movie by its subtitle – how the church is better and worse than you ever...
This is Otholi Okwot. In front of him are a few items from his ancestral homeland Gambella in south west Ethiopia. When he and his family were still living in Ethiopia,...
When I worked part-time and mothered full time, my garden suffered. I frequently allowed annuals to go to seed and hoped that they would sow next year’s display. I later...
‘Would you like some tea?’ asks Najaf, the rug-maker of Mazar-e-Sharif. I accept his kind offer gratefully as I step into his shop – Afghan Traditional Rugs...
In The Australian last weekend, journalist Paige Taylor described the gradual hardening of her heart. She wrote of baby Abul flushed from a baby-carrier strapped to his mother...
Last week, I spoke to Tricia Rushton, the current convenor of the Blackwood Circle of Friends, a support group for refugees and asylum seekers. The Circle of Friends was...
Last week, I shared Theophilus Kwek’s article where he suggested that even though Singapore is a small country, it can try to find creative and mutually beneficial ways...
When we first arrived in Adelaide, we stayed in a two-bedroom unit off Goodwood Road. My sister’s old school friend had arranged for us to live there while the...
My home was built in the late 1960s, a federation-style house with amber glass, faux gold fittings and slate floors. For a middle-aged entity, this double-bricked beauty is...