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: comedy is tragedy plus time
We'll laugh about this one day
From spain The car? Oh, yes, it’s manual. The road? Yes, just the one in and out of the town. What’s that? Is it a steep and narrow road? Why, yes. Yes, it is.
Posted in Adelaide (far) from Adelaide, comedy, Dispatches
Tagged comedy is tragedy plus time, fark
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He almost wasn't joking
‘And you see,’ he says, pointing to the building next door which is made of reflective glass, ‘it has a sea view.’
That bit about the pelicans is true
It happened just as Adelaide was throwing her second u-turn on the road she would later discover they didn’t need to be on anyway. Her eldest boy said, ‘Mum, haven’t we already been here? It’s half past twelve and we … Continue reading
Help
Dear paperless world Where are you and what is your estimated date of arrival? Yours in anticipation of not drowning in the paper avalanche of bills, birthday invitations, tax doo-dahs, notifications from centrelink, minutes of this meeting, agenda for that, … Continue reading
Solidarity forever
So, the teachers went on strike, we met some friends in the park, there was an uneven number of children wanting to play soccer, I didn’t like the look of the ensuing conversation about who would have to sit out, … Continue reading
Posted in being, comedy
Tagged being a mother (good-bad-indifferent), comedy is tragedy plus time
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