It was a little over twenty years ago I pushed this book into Terry Pratchett’s hands and told him, as only a smug twenty year old would, that I only read Pratchett.
“Young lady, get yourself to the library, you don’t know what you’re missing” he told me. So I did.
#terryPratchett #embuggerance

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by | March 14, 2015 · 9:00 am

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by | March 13, 2015 · 8:57 am

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Little slideshow from the #Sydney #ChineseGardensOfFriendship – #gopro #icu_australia

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by | February 16, 2015 · 12:42 pm

What makes me see red…

AS I turned the gas back on this morning to fire up the heater, I noted that we still have a month of summer left.

As a fair skinned red head the season change cannot come soon enough. Sure I love going to the beach, but I prefer it to be overcast so I can spend more than 10 minutes in the sun. Only two per cent of the world’s population has red hair, and most of them live in the northern hemisphere. This may explain a few things about how people react to red heads in the southern hemisphere, I like to call it ‘the red head effect’.

Red heads seem to have an effect on the perceptions of those around them, and we can find examples of this throughout history. In Ancient Greek literature, the philosopher Xenophanes spoke of the blue eyes and red hair of the Thracians. Roman historians described Boudica, the Celtic queen of Iceni, as tall and terrifying with a mass of red hair over her shoulders. Even Homer wrote about red haired mythical characters in the poem The Iliad. It is thought that Judas Iscariot may have been a red head, and is always portrayed as one. If you had red hair during the time of the Spanish inquisition you were accused of having stolen the fires of hell, and you were burned as a witch. Geez, do we get a bad wrap much? Being a red head myself I’ve noticed people respond to you differently, especially if things get a little testy.

Recently I was reminded of this on a road trip, when I stopped to get drive through lunch. There was a hold up in the line, so the driver behind me decided to start shouting at us. I rolled down my window and politely asked… click here to read the full story.

The above is an excerpt from my column that you can find at the Goulburn Post.

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Hope & tonic

There is no medicine like hope. No incentive so great and no tonic so powerful as the expectation of something better tomorrow.

Orison Swett Marden

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by | February 8, 2015 · 11:00 pm