Dear Santa

This morning, as I munched on my trusty Vegemite toast and flipped through the newspaper, a headline nearly made me drop my cuppa:“Too hot for Santa as Lapland buckles under record heatwave!” Well crikey, I thought, if that’s not a sign to write you a letter, I don’t know what is. You see, I’m no…

The Strength of a Bridge

Some days it rests quietly within me. Other days it rises gently to the surface — not asking for attention, simply asking to be acknowledged. I was eleven when I stepped off a plane into Australia. The sky felt impossibly wide. The light sharper. The language fast and unfamiliar. I sensed very quickly that survival…