It’s pissing down. Like that time when you’d been out for too long, drank too many lattes and, getting home, crashed through the house clumsily, dropping keys and bags and stuff onto the hard wood floor as you ran. Eventually, exploding into the toilet, you pissed like a firehose, strong enough to break the porcelain, […]
My dominant feeling from the 1990s was that every single person is important and that being strong is not just possible but critical. Read on to find out why.
I travelled by car to Melbourne and back for a conference. It taught me more about myself than I expected.