I was born at Stanmore in Sydney six months before the outbreak of WWII to young parents from country NSW, Noel and Flora Cameron, and 16 months before the birth of my only sibling, a sister, Roslyn. My childhood was spent at Chatswood, another Sydney suburb when I attended Roseville Primary School and later, Hornsby Girls High School.

At 17 I went with my family to live in London for three years, and worked first as an office clerk, then as a laboratory technician and finally as a dental nurse. On return to Australia, while working at Perpetual Trustees in Sydney, I continued my studies and matriculated into Sydney University to study psychology, philosophy and English. I gave these away after three months on my engagement and became private secretary to stockbroker Gordon King of Ralph W King and Yuill. I remained there during the period before and after marriage to David Tulloch until I was four months pregnant with our first son, Bruce David, born in 1963.

David and I lived for a short period in Pymble, another in Roseville and another with Alastair Merrick at Hunters Hill before moving into our first home in Monmouth Avenue, Killara. Our second son Ian Cameron, was born while we were there in 1966, the year of decimal currency. As Ian was to be our last child, I took up current affairs study casually before studying for and gaining a Real Estate Agent’s licence. Still unsatisfied, I took up voluntary work with the Marriage Guidance Council of NSW and became a trained counsellor. During that period, the family moved to 24 Wattle Street, Killara. Accreditation as a counsellor achieved, I applied to Macquarie University at North Ryde to study as a mature age student. In 1972 I began a part-time six-year course majoring in psychology, graduating in May 1978.

My marriage to David eventually failed owing to the pressures of his career in Chartered Accountancy, my involvement in both study and home and family management and a conflict of values.Before our divorce, I became seriously ill and was hospitalised. Recovering, I returned home for a period, taking part-time research work in psychology and finally full-time work in Behavioural Sciences administration at Macquarie University. The strain proved too much for all of us. I left the marriage and the family at the end of 1979 . That left Bruce,16 and Ian 13, in the sole care of David.

After protracted but unsuccessful efforts to reach agreement with David about a possible future together, we divorced in October 1982. Ian had come to live with me in my rental accommodation at Lindfield and Bruce, still at home, worked at obtaining an Electrical Engineering degree at University of NSW.

In February 1983, David had a heart attack while at work. He recovered briefly but died a week later owing to failed oxygen supplies to his brain. I returned with Ian to the family home at Wattle Street to care for both boys while Bruce worked on his degree and Ian explored his options for his future.. During that time, I became closely involved with the local Uniting Church at Lindfield and found much support there.

As soon as was feasible, I found a town house at Wollstonecraft. Bruce turned 21 and Ian, 17, fell in love with Monica and left home. Bruce and I left the Killara home and moved to the Wollstonecraft town house (as illustrated top right of this and every page) in December 1984. The Killara home was eventually sold.

Ian and Monica became parents to Lilian May in August 1985. In April 1986, they separated and Ian returned to live with Bruce and me. During this period he studied for his childcare qualifications. At the end of 1986, Bruce completed his degree, graduating in April 1987. His companion at the time was Janine, a law graduate. Bruce moved into his own accommodation in 1987, making more space for Ian and baby Lil who often visited.

Following the start of settled life in my new home, my conventional office job was no longer satisfying. At the encouragement of my minister, Rev Moira Laidlaw, I decided to study for the ministry of the Uniting Church in Australia. I began study in February 1987 at the United Theological College. At the same time I met Rev Bruce Roy, Army Chaplain, at the local Uniting Church and we commenced to go out together.

By April 1989, Ian had completed his course and moved out of home. My studies were going well, but I also suffered a significant hearing loss. Bruce Roy was very supportive. We married in December 1989 and Bruce joined me in the Wollstonecraft townhouse. My studies were completed at the end of 1990 and in April 1991 I began my first ministry at Bethlehem Uniting Church, West Pennant Hills, in a part-time capacity. That congregation eventually merged with another local UCA congregation in nearby Cherrybrook and I took another part-time settlement at Denistone East Uniting Church until April 1998. I worked casually for the rest of 1998, beginning part-time supply ministry at Balmain Uniting Church in 1999, the year I turned 60.

At the turn of the century, I became seriously ill and was hospitalised. Recovering, I decided my working days were now limited and on June 30th 2001, gave all thought of further major ministry away. I became a member of Pitt Street Uniting Church where I offered my casual services in various roles until the end of 2005. I retained membership at Pitt Street but turned my attention to the Older Women’s Network of Sydney where I spent three years on the OWN Sydney committee and part of that as Chairperson.

Ian, separated from Monica and in a relationship with Ali became father to Jasper in 1998. Bruce and Janine married in 1997. In 1999 Lucy was born and was followed in 2002 by Ilana. I involved myself with 'Uniting Network,' a group in Pitt Street Uniting Church dedicated to achieving full acceptance of gay, lesbian and bisexual people in every aspect of church life for several years and explored progressive faith via the 'Sea of Faith.' Following that I spent a year investigating Buddhism, remaining a member of Pitt Street Uniting Church until 2013. My hearing had deteriorated little but I had begun to experience early signs of macular degeneration, a family disease, and a return to my earlier Uniting Church at Wollstonecraft seemed appropriate.

Lil, now 27, had kindly donated some of her eggs to an older, infertile woman friend and in July 2013, I became the genetic great-grandmother to a baby girl.