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: on being 39
After this, I promise to tell you about the first time we drove ourselves somewhere. Oh, my.
Tomorrow, I will turn 40. These are things that I have done since I turned 39 (in rough chronological order): – co-ordinated grandfather’s move into aged accommodation (aged in many senses, he’ll have a new room soon) and in the … Continue reading
If you need me, I'm on the bus, looking out the window and laughing
‘You should see a life coach,’ someone said to me. I had been talking about turning forty: and my lack of focus now that the boys are both at school; and my aimless wandering from one unfinished project to another; … Continue reading
New experiences
We went through one of those new self-serve checkouts today. I must admit, I appreciated the opportunity to not interact. On the other hand, checkout chick was my first job. In the Grote St Coles. Pay came in your actual … Continue reading
Is it me? Do I smell?
Last night, I realised that it has now been several weeks (at least) since I sent ‘be my friend’ messages to the three or four people on facebook who share my name. And not one of them seems to have … Continue reading
second week of school
I was asleep when today became yesterday and then again when today arrived. The mister, who left for work I know not when, didn’t re-set the alarm. Eldest Boy was too engrossed in the latest Captain Underpants (something to do … Continue reading
