Memoir - PacificEdge

Life in an inner urban share house at the opening of the decade of the 1980s was interesting, busy and

One cold, windy afternoon I pass a man playing sax on the Sussex-Goulburn street corner and I look down the

It's a long time ago now, it seems, but my first jump went well though my second went a little

Meetings with remarkable people and with remarkable books can leave an influence long after they have gone from your life.

It’s a morning ritual. Pick up the surfboard not long after sunrise has paled the eastern sky and descend through

I remember her then. Checked wool shirt of the kind favored by bushwalkers and outdoor types. Warm wool trousers, dull

A story of a temporary but longer than anticipated immersion in working class culture...

In the bright light of an early afternoon in the summer of 1970 I stood atop that long flight of

HOW DO YOU ACCOUNT for the different way that life turns out for people, even when they share much in

Story & photos: Russ Grayson IT’S PERVERSE, REALLY. To walk these mountains you start by descending rather than climbing.

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