Essays

Essays2019-06-20T08:08:49+08:00

Mothering under different skies

By |September 13th, 2017|

I was a paranoid mum when my daughter was growing up. Raising her in a city/country/continent far removed from where I was raised made me paranoid. My daughter always knew which two people in the world she could trust implicitly, no matter what. One of them was me. I went through [...]

Literary Friendships #2

By |May 3rd, 2017|

My second pair of guests are Sue Braghieri and Hannah van Didden. I first met them at a writing workshop a few years ago and we have been friends since. Their responses remind me how important it is to celebrate as well as create. When did you two meet and what [...]

Literary Friendships #1

By |April 8th, 2017|

A little while ago I started thinking of literary friendships between women, and I turned naturally enough, to Professor Google. Despite trying the words in different combinations, the Professor thought I was enquiring about Elena Ferrante and the Neapolitan novels, which celebrate female friendship. I persisted and found a few blogs [...]

Hansonisation

By |September 15th, 2016|

While I hesitate to give more air time to a woman known best for saying things I find hard not to take personally, the fact that Pauline Hanson is back on our TV screens for another stint, compels me to write this post. I am so tired of hearing - "we [...]

An editorial and some stories

By |May 16th, 2016|

  A few months ago I was invited by Cafe Dissensus to guest edit a special issue on Female Genital Mutilation in India. A topic close to my heart, for reasons that will become evident when you read the editorial here and the other stories in this issue. The extraordinary transformative [...]

Neglecting the Blog

By |March 9th, 2016|

I have been doing a bit of that lately - neglecting the blog, I mean. I've been immersed in submissions for two journals I'm currently editing (both, as guest editor). Then I was distracted by the fabulous Perth Writers Festival which coincided with my sister's soul-warming visit. And finally, I'm pinching [...]

Fill the unforgiving minute

By |December 7th, 2014|

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 entire poem about keeping my head when all about me are losing theirs, without missing a beat. Whether I can fill [...]