Lydia Kinda

Yesterday would have been my mother’s 104th birthday, regrettably she only made it to 80 years. Last Monday would have been my father’s...

Escaping the start of Winter in Melbourne I had flown to stay with my niece Britta in Italy. Britta and her husband Stuart,...

Anzac Day has become a tradition in our family. Well part of our family. Although my father, Karel Havlíček, “Charlie”, was the last...

A quiet Sunday morning, cool after a blustery hot Saturday spent at Banksia Park celebrating a young friend’s fortieth birthday. I amazed myself...

January is the worst month to get things done. There is too much time and time is a thief.

So, have I finished cleaning...

I seem to have been knitting for nearly all my life. I started knitting in earnest in my late teens. I know this...