“Wahroonga, what do you need?”

“Wahroonga, what do you need?”

This week I’ve come across, for this first time, a self-proclaiming Atheist Anglican, or Anglican Atheist (he hadn’t worked out which one sounded better). We started our conversation as I was sitting next to him on the train, heading to Wahroonga. I had...
In the Land of Pressed Serviettes

In the Land of Pressed Serviettes

As I sat down for breakfast this morning, I noticed that my beautiful host family had put out something unusual for my first culinary experience of the day: a pressed linen serviette. Unaccustomed to eating my Special K with anything other than a spoon, I took a...