Many of you may remember Bessie. She was my Dad’s dog. And when he passed, she became my dog. I had to put on her on a friend’s farm while I sorted my life out in Sydney. I wanted to take her …
Leaving Sydney
My last goodbye swim in the cliff pool near my house did not go down like I wanted it to. I was angry and upset. A few days prior, I had sent all of my belongings to Queensland. Now, all I had to …
