In year 7 I started at a very expensive, Presbyterian all girls school. It was a big change from the small co-ed public school I came from. I remember the first day well, walking down our red dirt road to the bus stop, the dogs following me until the highway when I...
I was 13 when Mum and Dad bought me my first ‘real’ guitar, a cherry red Onyx acoustic electric. Being a ‘girl guitarist’ had its difficulties. Most of the time sound engineers and guys in the band assumed my little red Onyx was only for show and didn’t bother...
Some people don’t believe in spirits, but I do. It all began when I was 11. My Grandma lived in the granny flat that my father had built adjoining my childhood home. She was a tall, cheeky woman who, from time to time, had either a blue or a purple rinse that...