By Tessa, 65. Somers, VIC
It came as a shock. Mid-morning, I was about to make coffee. My niece had died, suddenly. It was savage.…
By Wendy, 71. Landsdale, WA
Next door to our house was a grocer’s shop which looked like a D’Arcy Doyle painting. It had big…
By Denese, 74. Adelaide, SA
Cathy disliked reunions intensely.
Under sufferance she’d gone to the art school reunion last year and was astonished that…
By Lesley-Anne, 67. Christie Downs, SA
It was the winter of 1963. The snow and the fog were like nothing I had ever seen. When…
By Margaret, 73. Melbourne, VIC
Each year my girlfriends and I have a reunion together. Once we were six. Now we are five.
At…
A brief reflection on adjusting to semi-retirement.
By Tessa, 65. Somers, VIC
Years back, a colleague of mine moved to New Zealand to…
By Nancy, 80. Adelaide, SA
From the Editor: Trigger warning. The following series contains very candid, detailed, brave, and well-written accounts of what it is…
By Lindsey-Jane, 70. Adelaide, SA
Way back in the ’50s, we had FJ Holden cars, doctors who paid house calls, and postmen who actually delivered…
By Beverley, 73. Melbourne, VIC
From under lowered lashes I watched for him. I sat with a clear view of the entrance to his…
By Sue, 68. Aberfoyle Park, SA
“This is delicious,” Marge mumbled between mouthfuls of double chocolate muffin.
Every Tuesday after she and her friend Fay…