
Refusing the Baseline
A few months ago, I had the privilege of speaking with Damien Thomlinson about his life and experiences as an amputee for an upcoming podcast I am working on called … Read the rest “Refusing the Baseline”

A few months ago, I had the privilege of speaking with Damien Thomlinson about his life and experiences as an amputee for an upcoming podcast I am working on called … Read the rest “Refusing the Baseline”

If you grew up in Australia, and think of a “Sunday Roast” your mind probably jumps straight to the classic clichรฉs of a predominantly English/Irish heritage: a slightly overcooked leg … Read the rest “First Sunday Roast Club (Update)”

When former Australian soldier Sonya Newman reflects on the life-altering medical crisis that led to her amputation, she offers a perspective that is as refreshing as it is characteristically blunt. … Read the rest ““What Have I Got to Lose?”:โฆ

Sitting down to interview Winter Paralympian and farmer Aaron McCarthy for my forthcoming podcast project, The Limb Shift, was an absolute privilege. Launching in the first week of October … Read the rest “Shifting Perspectives: A Conversation with Aaron McCarthy”

Though the main street of Wagga Wagga remains just as longโif not seemingly longerโthan when I lived here in the 1990s, much has changed. Back in those days, Wagga was … Read the rest “The Cost of Bay Leaves”

By the time you get to the airport, wait around for a while, catch the flight, get off the plane, and make it home, youโve likely already burned two and … Read the rest “Watching the Plains Roll By”

I popped into my local servo today to grab a drink, only to be met with the usual, somewhat dismal selection. The fridge was packed with soft drinks of dubious … Read the rest “The Quest for a Better Bubble”

When I first started this journey as an amputee, almost three years ago, I had a very simple, perhaps naive, mental image of how it would go. I thought I … Read the rest “Why One Leg Isn’t Enough”

There is something very special about the laneways of Surry Hills, a feeling that the bricks themselves hold onto the echoes of those who once walked them. If you have … Read the rest “A letter from the laneway”