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…
author, freelance writer, musician, square peg in a round hole
When I fled Geelong in 1986, I was fleeing myself more than anything. In essence I was broken. An emotionally…
Hatred is such a cold lonely word. I know. I was consumed by it for close to ten years. For…
Lets be honest. We all lie. Even if it’s only to ourselves. Nobody’s perfect. Lying is part of being human.…
Sometimes potential life partners pass each other by with never a backward glance. Time and circumstances don’t create the necessary…
Well this is awkward. Real men don’t cry especially over 80’s music videos. I have to confess to being well,…