Yes, one small voice and vote at a time.
This will be the last time I will write about ‘the Voice’. It feels so surreal. Listening to Peter Dutton and his fear politics, riding… Read More »Yes, one small voice and vote at a time.
This will be the last time I will write about ‘the Voice’. It feels so surreal. Listening to Peter Dutton and his fear politics, riding… Read More »Yes, one small voice and vote at a time.
We all have those moments in life we cannot nor should forget. As a teacher I have only cried in front of my students on… Read More »The doorway to mana – drawing lines in the sand
I learnt from a pretty early age that actions had consequences. An attempt at a burnout on Ann Street in Proserpine in some loose gravel… Read More »No pathway to liberation and my best and truest self.
Over the past three years I have had the privilege of working with a group called, “Un-Other”. Un-Other works on the belief that the other… Read More »Un the Other to the friend beyond the label
Several times in my teaching career I attempted to be a Rugby Union coach. The key word in that sentence was ‘attempted’. In two schools… Read More »Long John Silver and a parrot we all need
My wonderful father Frank Price died when I was 17. I was not there by his bedside when he died in the Townsville hospital. At… Read More »Loved and lovable
I’m not sure why. I’m not sure why as a young boy the words, “Lest we forget” stuck in my mind and heart. Perhaps it… Read More »Lest we forget
I often wonder just how free I am? One of the things in my life, and I suspect in most people’s lives, is the baggage… Read More »The baggage we carry