My Portfolio

Travelling North It is said that home is where the heart is, and for much of my early life, home was my grandmother's cattle stud at Beachmere, about 50 miles north of Brisbane, Queensland. My sister, two years younger than I, was a sickly baby requiring a lot of attention from...

Making Scones Grandma Jessie Wallace kept turkeys on the farm as she claimed they were an excellent warning system. Whenever a visitor's car turned off the Beachmere Road, onto the rough, corrugated, sandy track to the house, the turkeys started making their distinctive gobbling sound. This was the signal for Nan...

Although I have collected family stories all of my life, I have only been involved with writing stories since the mid 1980\'s, around the time I started making patchwork quilts. My 2 children watched in amazement as I cut up pieces of fabric into tiny shapes and carefully, lovingly stitched the...

The Pearl Earring The gold engraved invitation stood propped on the sitting room mantelpiece for several weeks and Dame Roma's secretary had been very gracious when I had accepted her request for my husband and I to dine with her at Government House at a black tie dinner. After much agonising...

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