April 2007 In 1994 in Melbourne, Australia, my dad sat in peace. He had marched and fought, and now could return to the country he’d…
I was four years old the first time my father threatened to kill me. I was 13 years old the first time I spent a…
The trip was my idea. I actually had to convince him to come. But now the warnings were flowing in thick and fast from everyone…
When I replay the memory of the moment I found out Dad had died, it’s like a film, sped-up, where I’m the lead character and…
