I shared my ponderings on the question, ‘when does a journey begin?’ with Kris and Vicki today as we chatted over coffee at Brunetti’s in the city. Nothing unusual there except I’d never met or spoken to either of them before. Like myself, Kris and Vicki are participants in the Future Women’s Jobs Academy program and so we had decided to meet up, support each other and just hang out for the day. When the ad for Jobs Academy popped up on social media I just went for it - click

The alarm went off – it was 4 am on April the 11 th , 2026. It was time to get going so I could watch the beginning of ‘Crawlin’ the Hume’ – a rolling truck show that follows the old Hume Highway from Wallan in Victoria to Albury, just across the New South Wales border. I’ve given a lot of thought as to why this had become a bucket list item for me. I didn’t even know about it eleven years ago, but I’ve made a few unexpected choices since then. I’ve quit a stable job, sold a

Sunrises and sunsets draw me in and slow me down My 8-year old granddaughter and I often stand together in my office to look at the sunrise ‘It’s Easter morning, the family is coming, I’ve already put three hours in at the computer, so why I am I feeling frustrated, not joyful?’ That was the question I asked myself as I ran from one task to another. It was only when I stood still, really still, that the answer came to me. Once again, I’d expected the unachievable of myself.

Once again, I googled the title of my soon to be published book, ‘Empty Roads, Empty Promises: The Forgotten Blockade of Razorback Mountain’. It was meant to be searchable three days ago, but not so far, not for me. So, this time I went through the NLA (National Library of Australia) Trove site, under books, and there it was – it came up! My book! I opened the page – OMG – excitement died, disbelief overwhelmed. I had submitted the author’s name, my name, incorrectly!! Perhap