“I’m writing s memoir”  sounds so grand. It makes me squirm. I’m not Winston Churchill nor Jacinda Ardern. Perhaps I should use ” Life story” instead? I’ve reported before on the perils of undertaking such an epic task. It’s 3 years now that  I’ve thrashed around in the dark ocean…

Yesterday, I lived like a 40-something. Scuttling puddles and robotic people, I made my way to Federation Square to attend a Conference called Living Cities, organized by the Naomi Milgrom Foundation. I was very excited to join the cool squad of architects, Futurists and urban designers exploring the future of…

After weeks by the beach I’m super calm, overly meditated and ready for some city energy. Transition is a funny thing and I quite like that small window where I arrive in Melbourne’s mayhem in my own little private bubble of quiet, distanced observation of the human race. Melbourne’s seasonal…

Along with most 70-year-olds, I began writing a memoir three years ago. Called “Our Story,” I envisaged a readership of one, my son. I expected to write in a humorous style, engaging, deft, clever wordsmithing that would leave my reader enthralled, wanting to know more. I would be meticulously truthful,…

A dedicated cinephile- given me an aisle seat, a big screen, surround sound and an anticipatory hush and I am transported for nearly two hours into another world. If it’s a Good film and I’ve seen so many Good films this summer…. there is no other reality, other than which…

It’s holiday time and while Melbourne rushes to the beach, I rush to the city.  The days between Christmas and New Year see beaches and shopping centres crowded, but the roads are free of school traffic so moving around is easy.  There’s a laid-back summer vibe in Melbourne that I…

Let me start with a story. I was living the corner office dream in the 1990’s. A well-paid corporate job, big hair and shoulder pads, and a big ego, I was General Manager of an international consulting firm, saw little of the family and a lot of the coveted glass…

Never one to live moderately, I now belong to 3 book groups. I’m reading more than ever and I’m reading books and exploring authors that I never before knew about. Recently, we were asked to share a list of all-time favourite books. This is my list in no particular order……

” Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light.”  A mantra for older age. A Funeral eulogy favourite. Dylan Thomas’s famous poem suddenly came to life  last October when  I visited his…