I was raised in a tower, with a view from a narrow, single window. And I could not have been happier. This will come as a shock to my parents, who think they brought me up in a perfectly normal four-bedroom house in semi-rural south-west Sydney. Sorry mum and dad. Like pretty much everyone else, … More I was raised in a tower
Why do some people thrive even when life dumps them a horrendous pile, while others just flounder? Why? What makes the magical difference? I honestly don’t know. And yet, it’s hard not to ask the question when you’re face to face with men and women who are literally making shit shine. In circumstances beyond anything … More Making shit shine
“Rough day at work, hey?” says my fifteen year old with a grin when she comes home and notices the first draft for our upcoming UnitingWorld campaign. “We don’t believe in charity,” declares my scrawl on a large sheet of paper, folded in two. It’s a tagline probably worthy of the raised eyebrow. For years … More Time to give up charity?
There are probably dents in my forehead from pressing it up against the window pane as Fiji’s coastline sneaks into view beneath us – I’ll never tire of watching the land creep up under the wing tip of a plane as we tilt away from the sun. There’s something about seeing the earth from the … More Smokin! How to set the world aflame from the pages of the bible.
The moment I spot the mobile phone I flash an eyebrow at our photographer. It says “Damn it, can we get that out of there? If not physically, then at least out of the shot? I totally forgot about mobile phones…” Then I continue to forget about mobiles because #otherfishtofry and clearly Alex just thinks … More Yep, poor people have mobiles. Please give them more money.
It amazes me how difficult it is to be a really decent human being and how little time and energy we put into trying to achieve it. If you want to be a good plumber or lawyer, you’ll spend years and dollars perfecting your trade under the watchful eye of your superiors, start at the … More Who wants to be a really decent human?
If you ask B why she goes to church, up until pretty recently morning tea will have figured high on the list. Memorable moment – our three year old clinking communion glasses with her father and declaring loudly: “Cheers.” J would probably tell you she goes because her two best friends from Primary School are there, along … More Why I’m chuffed our daughters are still part of church – and why we haven’t invited you to come.
I was chatting with a friend the other day about being content. “I’m reading this book and it says something about it…” she told me. “Here we go… ‘God wants you to be content….’ That’s helpful isn’t it?” We both started laughing. I’m sure the book said other stuff too, but it struck me as … More How to be completely content in three easy steps
In the lead up to what should have been Hugh’s eleventh birthday, I find myself thinking about the barbed wire and the paddock. That’s the image that’s grown with me since Hugh’s birth and death, eight hours apart, October 29 2004. His bare little chest, strong, rising and falling with the respirator. Inside, a pair … More One more wish on Hugh’s eleventh birthday
Come on, you seriously needed to click on a headline to figure this out? It’s never, ever okay… Except when it is. Like this afternoon, when I read that the wang in question was breaking the internet. A wang? But I thought everyone called it a peen these days? Okay, click… Thirty-second browse gives me … More When is it okay to click on a headline about Justin Bieber’s wang?