Loved and lovable
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
Arrogance
Lest we forget
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
The baggage we carry
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