Remembering my father’s gravelly voice reciting The Man from Snowy River. Recalling the rise and fall of my sister’s expressive voice as she taught me, her little sister and student. A pit in the guts, reminding me that time is pulling us ever-forward. That the time to record my mother’s fascinating and unsung tale is upon me.
This is my story. My story continues today as I proudly launch A Lasting Tale, now alive at www.alastingtale.com Continue reading for more of my tale, or dive straight in to the website and start creating.Read More