Hello, my friends! I’m so happy to share some wonderful news — my new exhibition, Fleeting Moments , is opening soon at The Mill Adelaide...

Swaying gently on the porch, my darling kids and I, a cool, dry breeze upon our cheeks, beneath the diamond sky. The air is soft with...

Where My Spirit Belongs by Rhubee Neale The peppercorn trees sway with grace, In golden light, they find their place, Leaves glimmering like emerald gems, As sunbeams dance on nature’s hems. Their branches rustle, a soft refrain, A soothing song in a gentle strain, As twilight whispers through the land, Ghost gums stand tall, a regal band. With trunks that glow in fading light, They cradle stories, ancient and bright, Each tree a keeper of tales untold, Waiting for

Fictional short story Born from the red ochre dust, a child of the Dreamtime, Ruby Sue carried magic in her every step. Her laughter rang across the station, a song that healed hearts and stirred the wind. She sang the melodies her mother had taught her as a child—songs of the Dreamtime that carried stories of the past and whispers of the future. Through them, Ruby Sue learned respect, love, and the enduring strength of her people. Her beauty was quiet but striking: dark hair