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: being a daughter
Some days are definitely better than others
There were decisions which had to be made. Decisions about all manner of things none of which could be made singularly but each of which remained a decision of its own with its own right to be and its own particular timing.
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Nobel Prize
First place I ever traveled, at age 20, was China. I had just finished three years language study at university, and was off to the East China Normal University in Shanghai for a few months’ language immersion. From Port Pirie … Continue reading
Nostalgia
These last few days I’ve been writing about homesickness and the different types of homesickness and its potency at certain times, and the way that homesickness can change or come upon you even when you’re sitting in your own well-loved … Continue reading
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Tagged being a daughter, being a grand-daughter, being a mother (good-bad-indifferent)
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Maintain the rage
I don’t remember where I was the day the Governor General was lambasted from the steps of Parliament House. In a tyre swing in the front of our house at Essington Avenue, Clare, I’m guessing. But certainly, the incident shaped … Continue reading
Tagged being a daughter, human rights
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The search for meaning
I feel the fragility of life more keenly these days than I ever have before. This is my age and the impact my parents’ deaths showing. But it’s being away from home as well. Living here, I am way outside … Continue reading
Another way of looking at it
He says: ‘Mum, ever since you’ve got that computer you’ve just been living on it.’ I reply: ‘I’m trying to get my book written, I need to work really hard on it, otherwise I will never finish it.’ He asks: … Continue reading
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Tagged being a daughter, being a mother (good-bad-indifferent), words and phrases
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It's true, I need to get out more
A while ago in internet terms, there was a post on Spike, the Meanjin blog about the site forgotten bookmarks, which I promptly visited. I liked it a lot. It’s the kind of blog that I love, feeding as it … Continue reading
It's Saturdays. They always make me homesick
Wettest July since 1888 according to last night’s weather presenter. I must say, coming from Australia’s increasingly frightening drought, I find being in this rain…I’m not sure of the word exactly…not ‘reassuring’ not ‘comforting’ not ‘a relief’. But it’s certainly … Continue reading
Sidelines
He says, ‘Please. Leave him. He can.’ His English is broken enough that I can pretend he means it less abruptly than it sounds. He is out of the water now, shirtless even in this sun, thick with muscle across … Continue reading
If you need me, I'm standing over the suitacases wondering where to start
We went back to Adelaide for three weeks. My boys and I had three weeks anyway, the mister, because of reasons, could manage only one. I had to go and finish clearing out my Dad’s shed and we had to … Continue reading
