IN MY OWN SKIN
Aussie Dave
We were taxiing down the runway when the tears started. My partner at the time, lovingly nicknamed “Dog”, was sitting
In My Own Skin
In My Own Skin
The stories I've carried for decades. Finally written down.
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Hail Marys
Carol and I got the giggles in Sunday school. I don't remember what set us off. Probably nothing.
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Frozen in time
There is a photograph of my best friend Bridget on my office desk. She is smiling. She is 35 years
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Leaving and Arriving
Leaving England
When you’re running away from something you don’t think about what you are leaving behind.
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The Smell Of A Life Lived
People always ask what it was like to grow up the way I did. My Australian friends shake their heads
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The Women Who Raised me
They say it takes a village to raise a child. In my case, it literally did. And for a long time, most of my life really, I didn’t fully understand what that meant.