Uneven The sand piles up in giant peaks. Wind gusts onshore from the South East, blowing shards of sand into my face. I leave my shoes at the foot of the dunes. Feet sink into the shifting sands. Trudge down the slope to the space near the flags - determined
I like looking at art. I like going to the gallery to look at the pictures. I like to read the labels and learn about the context in which it was created. I like to look at the art again - see if reading the label has shifted the way
It’s 8 months today. On 21 June Michael died at home. On 27 June I went to the funeral home to help wash his body and dress him. The girls came to meet me in the chapel. Michael was there in his coffin, waiting for us, so the girls
What do women want? No doubt this famous Freud quote is apocryphal. But, as a society, it seems we have found the answer. Women want to go to a fancy event and have their dress unzipped for a ‘joke,’ by a prince of the realm. They want to be called
On Monday I went with my friend Bene to the Nan Tien Temple to celebrate the Lunar New Year. We came to shed the old year of the Wood Snake, and to welcome the energy of the Fire Horse. It’s just next door to the Illawarra Memorial gardens, where
The house ticks. I step over the yoga mat left on the upstairs landing. Past the baskets of clean washing I am yet to put away. Julia’s door has been left ajar. I close it. My eyes slip away from her empty bed. She’s taken the posters down.
I have cut back the hedge. I’d started with the hand held shears, but I couldn’t reach very high. Michael had always trimmed the hedge while I held the ladder, and his arms were much longer than mine. So at first my efforts were distinctly wonky. I decided
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