By Linda Emslie on 23 February 2017
Having moved from pillar to post as a kid (my dad was in the army, so we moved – A LOT!), I have really clear memories of what it feels like to be the outsider always looking. I can remember wanting to be a part of the group, community, tribe, and how difficult it can be to gain acceptance. And I also remember how fulfilling it can be to feel like you are a part of something. Like you have meaning and belong.
By Linda Emslie on 16 February 2017
She stepped on to the sand, feeling each grain slide then grit under her feet. The wind, stirring up the normally passive Top End sea, buffeted her; breaking through the surface barriers to blow clean and brisk across her soul.