Something about brown skin
The only qualification that I have to write about having brown skin is that I have brown skin.
In my lifetime, I have managed to partak..
Something about beetroot and bitterness.
On 14 March 2002, I managed to convince a bunch of sensible friends to join me in enjoying (but mostly enduring) twenty-four hours of noth..
Something about resistance
Have you ever brought home a treadmill and let it gather dust in the attic? Have you ever read something and wish that you had wrote it fi..
Something about 15 minutes.
Sometimes fifteen minutes is enough.
A couple of birthdays back, one of Fiona’s friends gave her an hourglass timer. That might be over..
Something about tall ships
So we’re at the Maritime Museum, looking up at Australia II.
‘Chicky,’ I say. ‘Can you imagine being on the deck of that yacht, with th..
Something about the long journey of growing up.
Have you ever woken from a deep sleep disoriented and struggling to reach through the fog of dreams to return to reality?
The moment wh..
Something about laying down my crown
As a kid, I spent little time dreaming about being a princess. I preferred jumping endlessly on a trampoline or tormenting my little broth..
Something about Andrew G.
Andrew G. didn’t stand a chance. Pinned up again the girls toilets just off the main quadrangle near the school canteen, I didn’t intend o..
Something about change
Coffee has been a mainstay in my life since I met and married my Italian-English husband fifteen years back.
His family were cranking o..
Something about trust
I have a friend. She is a lovely lady; smart, often smiling and we get along like a house on fire. I respect and admire her for many reaso..