The bush absorbs sound as it always has. The paddocks sit patiently. The sky does the rest.
Books
Centre to the Dish – Chapter 13 Home a Different Way
To be here was never about being on the land. It was about being part of it.
Centre to the Dish – Chapter 14 The Arrival Isnt an End
This book does not close a loop. It opens one
Diary of a Child Sniper – Foreward & About the Author
This book is a ledger of becoming. Not of pride. Not of shame.
Diary of a Child Sniper – Chapter 1 – The Slug Gun at 11
The first shot didn’t announce a beginning. It confirmed one.
Diary of a Child Sniper – Chapter 2 – Freedom With a Sight Picture
I wasn’t just walking anymore. I was moving with intent.
Diary of a Child Sniper – Chapter 3 – A .22 at 13
There was no conversation about feelings, no reflective pauses, no shared vulnerability.
Diary of a Child Sniper – Chapter 4 – From Gifts to Investments
This wasn’t pocket money anymore. It was income, if only in the school holidays. And income reframes relationships.
Diary of a Child Sniper – Chapter 5 – Booroma Trip 1
We arrived thinking we were there to take. We left understanding we were there to participate.
Diary of a Child Sniper – Chapter 6 – Booroma Trip 2
This was work. Work done quietly. Carefully. Without applause.
Diary of a Child Sniper – Chapter 7 – Kiacatoo The First Time
Vacation crept in. Not as indulgence, but as allowance.
Diary of a Child Sniper – Chapter 8 – Kiacatoo Year 2
It wasn’t a faceless body. It wasn’t an outcome. It wasn’t a necessary loss absorbed into a tally. It was sudden, silent, and unfair.