When teen Corey James rescued a young girl from drowning, he set off a long train of events. He never wanted recognition or payment. But running from himself came close to wrecking four lives. Resolution came in a totally unforeseen way.
How to get a taxi driver’s licence the easy way! This story is 100% true, dating from a time I lived in Sydney in the late 1960s. Names are not changed to protect the innocent – there were no innocent.
David was in trouble. A broken window was discovered, and Police Chief Daddy strongly suspected he was the culprit. Lawyer Mummy was not so sure. But David knew he had to quickly find out the cause, or he could be in real trouble.
Every Christmas, Father McEvoy – the humble priest of an inner-city church – assembles a small crib or tableau for his people. It features the usual characters – Mary, Joseph, the Christ-child, animals and shepherds. But this year it comes to life in an unexpected fashion.
In medieval times, a Gleeman was a strolling player (an early form of street performer). With echoes of the Pied Piper in this updated version of the folk tale, the Gleeman of this story has a grim purpose hidden behind the jester’s mask. But this time an opponent – a young woman – arrives, to try and thwart his aim.
This is a true story! After a disastrous start, both of us thought there'd definitely be no future in this relationship. Someone else apparently had other plans.
There is no word in English to describe the relationship between me and my children's in-laws. However, there are at least two ways to solve the problem. One is to use the invented term “kinlaw”. The other...........
Albert Namatjira (1902–1959) was an Aboriginal painter from Central Australia. Widely considered one of the most notable Australian artists, he pioneered contemporary indigenous art. He was the first Aboriginal artist to become widely popular, and the first of his people to be given Australian citizenship rights, a mixed blessing. (See Wikipedia.) Time gets bent a little in this retelling.
This tale is based on a personal trip in 1969, when I hitch-hiked from Sydney to Perth, some 3,000 miles. This, in the middle of a very hot Australian summer. The main road, a lot of it unsealed at that time, runs across the Nullarbor Plain, a desolate land inhabited mainly by kangaroos, with a few small settlements along the way. I must have been mad, but I did actually complete the journey, taking only 3-and-a-half days. The latter portion of the story is fiction, but the majority is true.