Loving Nature’s Child

‘To err is human, to forgive, canine’, anon This is a love story. Some say they let a dog in to their lives but in my case, a black 12-week old Labrador crossed with a Rottweiler (a Labweiler), allowed me in to hers. One morning during the scorching summer of 2008, as my wife and…

More to a dog than tricks

Dogs. Even the word leaps up and is full of fun. It bounds up at you like a five year old child and then tears around the back yard until its exhausted and falls at your feet for a pat. But there is much more to domestic dogs than my anthropomorphic introduction. My interest in…

The bright side of dying

To be or not to be, isn’t the right question. It’s how in the last years, months or days of our lives, we choose to live. This story is about the palliative care movement and the freedom and authenticity it offers, as eternity rises to meet us. While much spurious rubbish has been written about…

Hugging the political centre

In the Western world, we are taught that order prevails over chaos. Unfortunately, the future of Australian politics will be more like that found in the Indian Vedas and Upanishads, where order and chaos go hand-in-hand. The ALP and the Coalition have gravitated to the dead centre of the economic-political spectrum, by appealing to the…

Catch 22, then and now

When Catch 22 was first released 50 years ago last October, the reviews ranged from the uncomprehending to the perceptive. Nelson Algren wrote that Catch-22, ”was not merely the best American novel to come out of World War II; it was the best American novel to come out of anywhere in years.” Joseph Heller’s monumental…

Kokoda – Inspired Disobedience

Australia is stuck in a Sargasso Sea of inept political and business leadership, so let’s follow the men who fought on the Kokoda Track, who against all odds, stopped the Japanese advance less than 50 kilometres from Port Moresby. In the mid and latter months of 1942, Australians fought alone against the Imperial Japanese Army,…

Surfing the Tsunami

Jackie and Jill were bi-polar lesbians who’d mastered the knack of hiding their medication under their tongues at line up and spitting it out later. By 4.00pm, they’d crescendo in a manic high and drag patients in to their room to partake in hardcore sex. Men or women. They were ecumenical. I’d pass by their…