Paul has published freelance journalism and essays since 1996. Read some highlights.

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I am the only white man among nine Aboriginal men, standing in a circle at the entrance to the Living Museum of the West in Pipemakers Park on the Maribyrnong River. Uncle Reg Blow, a grey-haired burly Gureng Gureng elder . . . Read More

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In the lead up to Father’s Day this year, my 20-year-old son gave me one of the best gifts a man my age can get: an invitation to join his exclusive online music appreciation group . . .Read More


My prep son walked towards his school's gymnasium in a line with the rest of his class. It was Friday, 24 April 2015, and he and his friends were on their way to a special assembly . . . Read More

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The call from my 17-year-old son comes at the time parents dread: after 11 on a Saturday night. He must be in deep shit that he doesn’t want to tell his mum about . . . Read More


Only a generous observer would have said I was dancing around the ring. A less generous one, the one I’d become after watching my filmed efforts on my boxing trainer’s iPhone, said I was ‘frankensteining’ the ring . . .Read More


Murray was an only child, born and raised in Bunyah in rural New South Wales. Poverty, Free Presbyterianism, family feuding, and the early death of his mother made for a complicated childhood . . . Read More


Millions of Australians are slowly emerging from another lockdown and it’s again reported our mental health has suffered ... Read More