I was a big fan of Australian columnist Philip Adams in my student years and continue to read his columns in a weekend paper. I don’t always agree with him, but something I always found admirable about Adams was that he had achieved so much. He was prolific, and I aspired to be prolific, afternoon … Continue reading Life; Be in It, sometimes.
A friend was recounting a visit from a Mum and her nine-year-old daughter. As the daughter twirled away on his kitchen floor, he asked the question many of us direct at children and unemployable relatives, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” “I’m going to Broadway,” she said, quite earnestly. He waited … Continue reading Dream a little dream