nonfiction Category
Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
Posted on April 1, 2018 7 Comments
Hooray! It’s the 1st of April and this is not an April Fool’s joke. April’s an important month in my world.
The Path to Paradise
Posted on March 29, 2018 10 Comments
On the corner of the block, at the meeting of two streets, at the end of the lane lived Veronica and Dorothy. Non and Dor, as they were known to everyone in the neighbourhood, were two delightful older women who shared a home. They’d been friends for most of their lives, and when Non’s husband […]
What starts with ‘F’ and ends with ‘uck’?
Posted on January 10, 2018 22 Comments
Q: What starts with ‘F’ and ends with ‘-uck’? When my eldest was still shorter than me, still small enough to clamber up onto my lap, take my face in his chubby little hands, and very seriously demand my attention, we lived in a remote town in the far northwest of Australia. (Now he demands […]
First Kiss
Posted on December 12, 2017 21 Comments
“Close your eyes,” he says, all bravado and fifth-grade-boy machismo. “What? Don’t be dumb,” I say. “Just close your eyes. I’ve got a present for you.”
Not Drowning, Waving
Posted on October 25, 2017 4 Comments
“It’s going swimmingly,” she said while catching the lifejacket and wrangling two teens.
Leader of the Pack
Posted on September 6, 2017 15 Comments
Storytelling and the awareness of the power of words started early for me.
Random Thoughts of an Angry House Cleaner
Posted on August 28, 2017 1 Comment
Housecleaning is not a benign activity. It’s hard to stay calm and centred when you’re vacuuming a floor, mopping with vigour, or scrubbing a shower. Those are inherently violent and aggressive activities. *~*~*
The Last Thread
Posted on June 8, 2017 5 Comments
I didn’t post in this week’s YeahWrite Microprose #312 grid, but I love flash/microprose and wanted to play along with other YeahWriters.
Then and Now
Posted on October 30, 2016 1 Comment
Gather round, grab a bean bag, get comfortable. I’ve got some things to get off my chest, so let’s start with my story of expatriation and repatriation. On the 1st of February 1975, my parents and I arrived in Australia from Brunei as new migrants. My mother was 41, my father 47. I wasn’t […]
Some reading over Memorial Day weekend
Posted on May 27, 2016
It’s miserable weather here in Houston. Day 2 of a raging thunderstorm sees the dogs cowering next to me at my writing table, and the children home. Last night was more than a little rough, with periodic alarms from flash flood warnings punctuating my sleep, and an automated phone call from the school at 4.29am (I […]
