On Thursday 29th July at 1.30am my beautiful cousin Peter died. He was also my god son. He was 33 years old, had just built a beautiful new home with his fiance, bought a new puppy and was expecting his first child on Valentine’s Day next year. Many of you will already know this via … More R.I.P.

My Dad

ANZAC Day always reminds me of my dad. I’m a first generation Australian. My mum is from Sri Lanka (Ceylon in those days) and my dad was from the United States (first gen) of French Canadian descent. Hence my very French sounding name (which I’m not revealing….well ok, my middle name is Yvette and the … More My Dad