An account of the feelings of a mother who has just learnt her son has schizophrenia.

A snapshot of a moment in time that shows social aspects of the early 1960s.

This story recounts the day my family and I left to emigrate to Australia and the first couple of years following the move.

This is the story of my father's country town, the school he attended and the farmland that shaped him. I was inspired by this very 'Australian' place to explore concepts of memory, history and beauty.

My story of adoption, coming out, and finding that love is love, no matter the form in which it comes.

Married young against all odds we survived and succeeded.

Eight years since one ordinary plane carried my ordinary life across the ocean; I still remember tears rolling down my cheeks as the plane lifted off the runway at Narita Airport.

It's not such an arduous journey for an emigrating Kiwi - an "economic refugee". Yet I was very lucky, I feel, to be given opportunities that I did. Australia has been good to me, and I want to pay tribute to that.

We are striving to enhance our city and further develop it as a vibrant, connected and caring place to live and work.

Federation Square’s iconic stage was transformed to showcase the dance and fitness abilities of children and young adults with Down syndrome.

The story of my childhood and the influences exerted on me as an adopted child. How my adoption in 1960 has shaped and defined me as it did many in my generation.

My grandfather had received the “Order of the white feather” as he had not gone to war. These white feathers were an “emblem of cowardice” for “chickens.” For men of this era, it was a mixed blessing - they were alive but besieged by confusion, guilt and societal expectation.