One never reaches home but wherever friendly paths intersect the whole world looks like home for a time.
The truth is lived not taught.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong but sometimes it is letting go.
It is not our purpose to become each other it is to recognize each other to...
What constitutes a real live human being is more of a mystery than ever...
Imagine if you had baseball cards that showed all the performance stats for...
My father was always depressed. When he was home and sober he was mostly in...
To the former child migrants who came to Australia from a home far away led...
At home I've got a very puerile juvenile sense of humour.
My quest these days is to find my long lost inner child but I'm afraid if I do I'll end up with food in my hair and way too in love with the cats.
