Coming Home to a Life Left Behind
I’ve been coming home to football for a while now. It’s been a long journey and there’s been more than…
Ghosts and demons of my colorful past hold no fears
When I fled Geelong in 1986, I was fleeing myself more than anything. In essence I was broken. An emotionally…
Music, Memories, Madness, Magic and Mayhem
“There is always music,” a friend reminded me this week. No matter what. There Is Always Music Without it, life…
Hatred becomes debilitating and all consuming
Hatred is such a cold lonely word. I know. I was consumed by it for close to ten years. For…
Buying and selling the lie
Lets be honest. We all lie. Even if it’s only to ourselves. Nobody’s perfect. Lying is part of being human.…
Late in the Third Wet Sail Flying
Its getting late in the third quarter. My second wind kicked in a while back. There’s a feeling that I’ve…
Victimhood – a cultivated state of mind
According to the Cambridge dictionary victimhood is: the condition of having been hurt, damaged, or made to suffer, especially when you want people to feel sorry for you because of this or use…
Brendan Connell and his God
We were good mates I haven’t thought about Brendan Connell for decades. We were mates in primary school, when we…
Where did your dreams go
Where did your dreams go? I’m not talking about last night’s half remembered journey into never land. I’m talking about…
The Deep Purple songs that kept me alive
I’ve just about completed my book tentatively titled Postcards from Hell, Snapshots From a Purple Mind. It’s no epic and…