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When I read Bhaswati Ghosh's beautiful poem this morning, I was reminded that the immigrant experience, in all its complexity, diversity and richness can still be reductive on some [...]
When I read Bhaswati Ghosh's beautiful poem this morning, I was reminded that the immigrant experience, in all its complexity, diversity and richness can still be reductive on some [...]
What a joy it is to kick off my first review for the Australian Women Writers Challenge with Toni Jordan's debut novel, Addition, published in 2008. Addition is a gorgeous [...]
New Year. New Year Resolution. What to do....Give up chocolate, exercise more and be nice to my husband... I thought about each of these and discarded them as being unachievable. [...]
It’s been a while since I read Rudyard Kipling – more than forty years, I think. Yet the music of poetry ensures that I can, to this day, recite an [...]
Part One in a series on women writers in WA, in which I'm featured alongside seven other writers on Amanda Curtin's blog.
Well, theories of memory, mostly, along with narrative inquiry mixed with a dash of ethnographic self reflexive research. This 'essential' reading has been for the essay I'm writing as part [...]
When we were seventeen we knew everything. We knew our lives were complicated. We knew our parents would never understand our darkest thoughts. We knew how much hearts hurt when [...]
My friend Louise Allan mentioned me on her blog as one of the versatile bloggers she knows; and she is an accomplished blogger/writer, so here I am - doing something [...]
Lynne Leonhardt's debut novel takes us to a gentler and a more violent time in our history - a paradox that is managed in this novel with grace and clarity. [...]
The narrow gauge toy train staggered slowly up the steep slopes, up and up – almost 8000 feet up, towards the old summer capital of the British in India – [...]
The third leg of my journey took me to the nation’s capital, Delhi. We arrived here just before the spring festival of Holi and a friend invited us to her [...]
My first morning in the town where my parents now live looked like this.This is an army town, once known for its quiet, rustic charm and healing hill station air. [...]