It’s been a while
The green landscape of my childhood is in contrast to the generally drought stricken parts of Australia that I’ve lived in – until it floods in Oz, we don’t do weather in half measures here. I used to visit my grandmother’s two sisters, my great-aunts, where I learned about the benefits of having aunties. The… Read More
Surviving. Smiling. I wonder if anyone else has ever built a house with gritted teeth and a tight smile, as I did. I liked the old place you see, the one that’s no longer there. I had run from my house in middle-of-the-day darkness, with flames sprouting from the bushes, leaping to take possession of… Read More
… Leonard Woolf, a middle-aged man of letters, donned two pairs of socks and pruned apples in Sussex’s frozen January. The garden was his personal struggle with a conflicted but beloved cosmos. It would not last, and neither would he. But it was worth holding onto, for precisely the reason books were worth reading… Read More