Journalism

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

image: Craig Sillitoe

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

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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

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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

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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

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