As I’ve written before, I didn’t think a lot about Anzac Day when I was younger. I get a bit emotional now. I suppose, being older, it’s easier to imagine what war is really like, what young men (and women) go through, and how the families of those who don’t return are affected.      […]

Sometimes it’s not that easy to get things in perspective. I’ve never accepted the “other people are worse off than you” as an excuse for being treated badly, but, in the great scheme of things, Helen and I are way better off than the majority of people on the planet. That knowledge isn’t a great […]