Sam Chisholm, AO, October 8, 1939 to July 9, 2018. My father’s funeral was held at St Swithun’s Anglican Church, Pymble, on Friday July 20, 2018. Here’s what I said that day: Sam Chisholm Tribute – July 20, 2018 – … Continue reading A tribute to my father, Sam
Ronda Anne Chisholm, May 26, 1940 to October 8, 2012. My mother’s memorial service was held at St Swithun’s Anglican Church, Pymble on Wednesday October 17th, 2012 following a private cremation on October 13th. Here’s the eulogy I gave at … Continue reading Eulogy for my mother, Ronda
In September 2016, I spent 10 days drinking nothing but plain water. (Don’t worry I still ate food). Here’s what I learned… Continue reading Dihydrogen Monoxide: How I Became An Addict in Just 10 Days
‘What exactly is speculative fiction?’ you might be thinking.
When genre writers refuse to stay in their lane, we must widen the road and give it a new name.
Continue reading Speculative Fiction Festival, 2017
In early 2016 I had the opportunity to interview David Daley, the CEO and publisher of the Connecticut News Project, and former editor of salon.com, about his debut book “Ratf**ked: The True Story Behind the Secret Plan to Steal America’s Democracy”. Here is that interview. Continue reading Ratf**ked: a Q&A with David Daley
FEB, 2017: I wrote this opinion piece exactly a year ago. It expresses the fears I had then, that were realized during the course of 2016, that Trump would gain the Republican nomination, and (less clearly articulated) that Democratic candidate Bernie Sanders would be stymied in his attempt to shift the Democratic Party to a much needed progressive, more populist position in its campaign for the White House. Continue reading Trump Vs Sanders – One Year On…
Every September in New York the fiendish summer temperatures break, the school year begins, and routine returns. Unless you are an Aussie Rules supporter — because its finals season. Continue reading A Love Letter to the Underdogs
I’ve known you since your hair was in rag ringlets, but I’ve seen you with a Lady Di flick and a back-combed fringe. Our friendship is as old as I am. Continue reading Letter to my oldest friend…
In the aftermath of my mother’s untimely death in 2012, I jumped on a plane, and took a 36 hour journey from New York City to Sydney, Australia, to deal with her funeral, memorial and her property. My mother had not been dead a week, but here I was, maniacally cleaning out her house. Continue reading Clearing Out My Mother’s House
At a Democratic Debate watching party in Williamsburg, I find my (#Bernie2016) people. Continue reading Bernie Sanders For President in 2016