My love affair with America began with TV in the 1970s.
The first time I cook a turkey is a week before my mother dies.
On a hot night in early February 2001, two kittens were dumped over our fence. Continue reading “Farewell little cat”
I’m a late convert to podcasts. My introduction was on a camping trip when a friend sat on a chair for five days straight as she listened to Serial. I didn’t get it.Continue reading “Podcasts. What the hell are they?”
To honour three women who have died recently I decided to have a day doing ‘stuff’ in their memory.
We all know the rules of social distancing in these Covid times. The idea of masking up and the importance of doing the right thing.Continue reading “The Power of a good hug”
I went for a walk through Coburg cemetery the other day. Not somewhere I’d normally go but it’s within my 5 km limit plus I’d run out of walks. Not hard during a pandemic when you end up feeling that you’re walking around in circles.Continue reading “A walk amongst the graves”
I woke with a start on the eve of my birthday. It was 4am and my heart was racing. I woke from a dream where the sky had turned inky black and the turreted faux-Dakota building apartment complex across the valley – burst into flames.Continue reading “A very pandemic birthday”
Enough of the doom and the bloody gloom- I’m going to write something frivolous and have some fun.
It’s been three years since I last wrote a list of my crushes- named The Fucket List- Desirables Living and Dead. Maybe I should call it the dinner party list, the top 10 people I’d like to meet or simply, The Imaginary Boyfriend List.
For the past few weeks, apart from my daily one hour walk I sit on my exercise bike, switch on a podcast and “ride” for 30 minutes.Continue reading “A break in the clouds”