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.
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Cursed with the somewhere elses
I’ve never wanted to be somewhere else more than now. Continue reading “Cursed with the somewhere elses”
The Aunt and the Flying Kangaroo
Yesterday my aunt’s 101st birthday coincided with the final flight of the last Qantas 747. I’m trying to work out if the two are connected. Continue reading “The Aunt and the Flying Kangaroo”
Christmas? Bah. Humbug. And yet…
I’m a holiday season phobic. Just call me Anti-Christmas or Scrooge. Continue reading “Christmas? Bah. Humbug. And yet…”
The Pelvic Floor Coffee Club 