My life is measured out by coffee spoons.
An excerpt from an unpublished memoir, The Year of Everything by Erica Murdoch.
That night, I sat by the riverbank with Em. She slapped at the mosquitoes buzzing around her ankles. A fish jumped in the middle of the river, and a mopoke hooted its mournful cry. Our hurricane lamp was a beacon for moths. Our warm champagne tasted silky smooth and sweet in the darkness as we toasted in 1985.
Continue reading “Mum”I was recently invited to read a short story at a writer’s event called Melbourne Sub. This event gave writers the opportunity to read their work in front of an audience. The Picnic is based on an event in my family in 1902. Emma and her ma, Hepzibah, were my grandmother and great-grandmother, respectively. They were pioneer women living on the Hay Plains in far west NSW. They were kind, resolute and stoic. I am proud of them both. This is their story.
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The Pelvic Floor Coffee Club 