Sarah Grant's father, before his illness. By SARAH GRANT For the best part of the last decade, I have spent Australia Day in the same way that many 20 and 30 somethings do – having a barbie with friends at the beach or park, drinking too much, chasing the next party. It’s always been a fun day, albeit more of an excuse to stretch the hedonistic Sydney summer vibe to its full capacity than a celebration of patriotic pride. Last Australia Day, I went to a house party in Bondi – the kind of affair that gets shut down by... more
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Sarah Grant is the features editor at WHO magazine. In her spare time she likes to delve into topics that aren't quite as glossy as the world of celebrity. After a decade of working in print media (papers and magazines) and dabbling in TV interviews, she's now thinking it's high time she got onboard with online publishing.
A senior police officer has made damning allegations about the Catholic Church's concealment of child sexual abuse. A senior police officer has made damning allegations about the Catholic Church's concealment of child sexual abuse. Senior NSW Detective Peter Fox gave the ABC's Lateline program (warning: the content is extremely distressing) a horrifying account of the culture of cover-up he experienced when investigating alleged crimes within the church. Fox has called on NSW Premier Barry... more
By SARAH GRANT When I was a little girl, my Mum used to tuck my sister and I into bed with a kiss good night, calling out “sweet dreams, God bless,” as she switched off the light. Like her and her parents before her, we were raised as Catholics. We attended a Catholic primary school, where, from the age of eight, we were required to liturgical dance down the aisles of the local church clad in gold robes, singing hymns praising the wonder and good of God as we went. As a non-practicing... more
While holidaying at my Dad’s property last week, my afternoon nap was shattered by aggressive yelling coming from the backyard shed. “What are you doing?” my father roared repeatedly. I lay on my bed, feeling alarmed. Then he shouted “What’s for dinner?” and “coffee or tea?” Not living in the same state as he does, it was the first time of many that I would hear this afternoon routine during my week long stay. The boisterous nature of the exercise was disconcerting, but far more upsetting is the reality of why he now has... more
So I cried in Coles today. No, it wasn't over the price of the organic yoghurt, and yes, ok maybe I was a bit pre-menstrual. But the main reason I started welling up at the checkout as the Monday night masses politely averted their eyes was because he wasn't there. I kept looking for him, as I do all the time these days. Any guy over six ft with a slim build, shaved head and a business shirt can be him from a distance. Actually, just any guy in a shirt with minimal hair can be him, until I get closer... more