It is the Fourth of July and radio station Nova 93.7 in Perth is hosting Independence Day Throwback, playing songs like Party in the U.S.A. and We Speak No Americano. I just dropped off the kids at a week-long theater camp where they are … [Continue reading] about Party Town
I Thought That I Heard You Laughing
I am driving to pick up my daughter from pantomime rehearsal. Pantomime as in theater, not as in white gloves, stuck-in-a-box. The younger one sits in the passenger seat adjusting the radio dial. Stop, I say, go back. I haven’t heard that song in … [Continue reading] about I Thought That I Heard You Laughing
The Dingo Did Not Eat My Baby
When I first heard the dingoes howling at dawn, I thought it was the birds. Curlews wail like hurt toddlers and blue-winged kookaburras like barking puppies. I was in the middle of a dream. My mother was going to “open for Elton John” in London. I … [Continue reading] about The Dingo Did Not Eat My Baby
The Day I Stop Feeling Anything Is The Day I Stop Hunting
“People all over the world are craving potatoes,” she whispered to me across the table, between bites of barramundi. Her husband was in the middle of a story, and she didn’t want to interrupt him. It wasn’t a story exactly, more of a description of … [Continue reading] about The Day I Stop Feeling Anything Is The Day I Stop Hunting
Notes On My Mother’s Spice Drawer
Two years ago, my family and I moved in with my mother for a couple of weeks while our belongings were being loaded onto a container ship in Oakland. One night, my mother was out and my children were asleep in my childhood room. Dave was in Perth, … [Continue reading] about Notes On My Mother’s Spice Drawer