As the daughter of post war immigrants, I'm wrapped in a deep longing for the stories of those displaced and replanted in a new homeland. Australia has welcomed new settlers for centuries. Some came by choice, others ... not so willing. All fashioned identities to match the upside-down landing place they came to call home. 

In doing so, many left a piece of themselves behind. 

But nothing is ever lost. 
We thread our history through life by the things we hold onto. The memories, the tokens and values. And the new discoveries which transform our destiny. 

Some cared to entrust this in a record of letters and journals. They traced the fingerprint of God as He laid out second chances and love in all its finery. And left it for us to peek into. 

This is where you'll find me. Sifting through history. Reading through its pages and dreaming of happy endings. For a string of tomorrows make another yesteryear. And that's where my heart beats. 

If your heart beats for something Downunder, here's a peek at Australia in all her finery today. She's beautiful and fierce, and everything a writer could ask for as the setting for a romance.