By Rayna, 77. Sandy Beach, NSW
As the sun dips on the horizon, Harry slowly places the binoculars back in their case. His arms…
By Pam, 72. Perth, WA
I am a human writer. I’ve been human for 72 years now! (As of last Sunday, actually!)
My childhood…
By Alice Richardson, 77. Elizabeth, SA
The winter tree stands naked; exposed; vulnerable. It remembers the beauty of spring; fragrant colourful blossoms, sparkling green…
Somebody sent me a photo of the vacant block where Nan and Pa’s house had stood, even longer than the seventy-five years they occupied it.…
By Dr. Marguerette Joyce Hill, 72. Adelaide, SA
Betty Boswell was awakened by the sound of weeping. She was a light sleeper. She glanced…