'It's Monday, 24 September. The equinox passed a few days ago; the last of the monsoon showers seems to have gone. After Mass on my pre-breakfast walk, I notice the difference: the air fresh without the monsoon humidity, the lush green paddy crops, the dappled green and yellow of the early morning sun on the Sal trees. Out beyond the back of the parish is an unsurfaced road, good for stretching out. I first pass the houses of some of our Catholics, pukka,brick and cement, the fruit of their hard work and years of government employment.' (Introduction)
'Would I lie to you? Would I lie to you honey? Now would I say something that wasn't true?' The Eurythmics' hit from 1985 has been played repeatedly in my head of late as I negotiate life as a Dad.' (Introduction)
'The Melbourne Writers Festival (MWF) starts on Friday 25 August. It's a good time to consider what such a festival says about our local cultures, as well as being a perfect time to think about how you relate to that culture.' (Introduction)
