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My name is Julie Hosking and I'm a word witch. An editor and writer who believes in the power of words used well. Everyone has a story to tell and there is no reason for any story to be boring.  Can I help you tell yours? 

Mitchell Falls

Fall in love with the Kimberley

When it rains in Australia’s North West, it pours. As the heavens open every wet season, they leave their magical mark all over this vast wilderness in the shape of wondrous waterfalls. While some flow year round, they burst into life from December to April, crashing down ancient cliffs and towering over ochre gorges. Many are only accessible by boat, plane or helicopter; others are just a short drive from Kununurra (Goonoonoorrang). No matter how you reach the
Pleasure Garden, Fringe World

Colour your world

Where can you watch humans fly, sing with stars, laugh with clowns, dance with queens and mingle with mermaids – all in one day? Step into Fringe World, the funny, freaky and fabulous festival that lights up Perth (Boorloo) and surrounds every summer. It’s a world awash with all the colours of the rainbow, where music, mayhem and more than a little mischief await. Discover the joys of a month-long cultural fiesta where everyone is welcome and the only limit is your imagination.

Grief and work

I've been wading through sludge. A deep, dark morass that threatens to pull me under. Whenever I manage to push my way through for a few steps it sucks me back down, waist deep. I often feel so tired I want to sleep all day. I have terrible dreams, not really nightmares, but so vivid and disturbing they often wake me up. And I hardly ever remember dreams.

And yet, I'm also able to go about my life as if it's the same. To see friends. To laugh. To do the school run. And work. Do a lot of work, actually.

This surprised me. Grief is weird. No great revelation, I know, but the double whammy of losing both my parents within two months has certainly reminded me to expect nothing but the unexpected.

Losing my parents. Gah, I'm a trained journalist. They haven't wandered into the desert or got lost on some ridiculous bush hike. They aren't missing in some foreign country. They aren't lost. They are dead. They are no more. They're pushing up daisies. Well, technically, they are hanging out in my spare wardrobe at the moment, until we find a time we four siblings can come together to scatter their ashes, but my parents would have loved the Monty Python reference.

Driving traditions

Road trips are as much about the journey as the destination, even when the destinations are spectacular. They are a chance to connect with each other as well as the wonders of the country. What better way to transport your travels than with the addition of a few road trip traditions. Australian driving holidays are rich in time-honoured rituals that magnify the memories of a road well-travelled, of a trip worth taking. Make yours go the distance with a truly local flavour.

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Umbrella academy the theatre of dreams

How did they do that? There’s no point in asking Mary Poppins as we all know the titular nanny never explains anything. But it’s a question I find myself asking time and again as this three-hour re-imagining of PL Travers’ book and Disney’s 1964 classic whizzes by. A house opens and folds like origami, unveiling a living room one minute, a kitchen the next. A desolate park transforms into a cornucopia of colour, the joy of life springing from every corner (and statue). A children’s bedroom morp

Go above and beyond

Impossible colours shift across ancient landscapes and along endless oceans, inviting you to come closer, to see the dream slowly taking shape and discover the marvels below. Strawberry milkshakes dot green fields. Giant, almost phantasmic, figures weave through turquoise waters. Orange and black beehives rise from rusty plains. Shimmering salt blankets the landscape like a beacon in a sea of red. Welcome to Western Australia from above, where nothing feels quite real, and everything is awe-insp

Birds soar on orchestral wings

I’ve taken a bit of a gamble tonight, bringing a music lover unfamiliar with much of the Birds of Tokyo canon to their collaboration with the West Australian Symphony Orchestra.

As the horns bring Mercy Arms to a thunderous conclusion, he leans over to whisper “it’s very Barry-esque” (as in late James Bond film composer John Barry) and I know it has paid off. There are few higher compliments the Barry aficionado could deliver. And that’s before conductor Nicholas Buc leads the ensemble through

Association for Services to Torture and Trauma Survivors - 30 Years, 30 Stories

In 1992, a passionate and committed group of professionals and community members started the Association for Services to Torture and Trauma Survivors (ASeTTS), acknowledging the support that humanitarian and refugee migrants needed as they settled into Western Australia. For the past 30 years, ASeTTS has been dedicated to helping those who have experienced torture or trauma in their country of origin, during their flight to Australia, or while in detention. 30 Years, 30 Stories cannot possibly c

Let's talk about the future: better health and wellbeing

The arts were all around us in the pandemic. In the concertos and rock anthems we played to soothe our troubled souls. In the novels that took us to a different time and place. In the films and television shows we binged to forget, at least temporarily, the grim reality sweeping the planet. Even in the things we made, to varying degrees of success, to keep our spirits up.

In some ways, West Australians were more immersed in the arts than ever, even though galleries and theatres were shut and pe
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