The story so far
I'm from Adelaide, but I'm living in Abu Dhabi right now. One day, I saw a gold leaf four wheel drive. It made me cry.
My first novel, Black Dust Dancing, was published by Wakefield Press in March 2009. It looks like this:
Tag Archives: adelaide
Street art in Adelaide
Possibly not of much interest to people who don’t know Adelaide, but I love this video by Peter Drew filmed out and about in my hometown.
I knew it would happen, but I hoped it would not
That’s that then. Holiday over. And what a way to end a holiday, with a twenty hour trip either squeezed into a seat that’s too small even for someone who barely hits five foot two, or sitting around an airport … Continue reading
In answer to your query
Someone enquired of google reasons to leave adelaide Google has neither lived in, nor left, Adelaide, but she knows that I have and so she sent that enquirer here, to this very blog. Our enquirer used no question mark, so … Continue reading
A tiny bit of awkwardness
This is not our last Friday before we leave for Abu Dhabi, but it is the last Friday we will be able to go into the market for lasagne at Lucia’s. When we lived in Adelaide, our market day was … Continue reading
I went walking
We started at Brighton and got to Hove. ‘Do you want to see where my Grandma lived?’ I said and they used loud voices to say, ‘No! Please no! We’ve seen where Pop used to live, where Granny lived, where … Continue reading
The living is fine
The headlines in Adelaide are all like, ‘Yay! We’re Liveable!’ because in its latest Global Liveability Report the Economist Intelligence Unit (I’m sure they’re bored of the oxymoron jokes by now) has ranked us 8th. Melbourne is first, but, you … Continue reading
This should clarify things
It was cryptic I suppose, that last post, and no, being my friend on facebook wouldn’t help because it’s things to which I don’t have the public right, but that’s a further symptom of the broader issue. That is, most … Continue reading
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Tagged abu dhabi, adelaide, being a mother (good-bad-indifferent), expat wife, on being 42
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