“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
A Short Span Of Time
I dreamed that I was standing on Geary Boulevard in San Francisco, across the street from House of Bagels near the mediocre sushi restaurant. I was waiting for an Uber and people were throwing things at me. Finally my car showed up. When I got in, I … [Continue reading] about A Short Span Of Time
Lions and Tiger Snakes
My husband and I have developed a formula over the years. When one of us plans a family outing, it is the responsibility of the non-planning partner to promote enthusiasm for the adventure, even when the adventure involves a boat trip – correction, … [Continue reading] about Lions and Tiger Snakes
The Brush
The first weird thing is that I was in the bath at all. It was summer in Perth. But the sky was overcast and it was drizzling. The second weird thing is that, upon close examination of my arms and legs, I discovered tiny clumps of sunscreen in every … [Continue reading] about The Brush