‘Hello ma’am,’ the charity woman called out to me, but then her face clouded. ‘I mean sir.’ Another flustered pause before she reversed again: ‘I mean ma’am.’ Years of practice enabled me to politely decline making a donation without laughing.Read more…
Yes, I was hit by a car. A white courier van to be precise. Of all the things I’ve imagined in my life, this was not one of them. On Thursday April 26, I was crossing Northbourne Avenue, Canberra’s mainRead more…
On a solo motorcycle ride there is plenty of time to think. In between steering the bike away from death, and observing the magnificence of the mountains, rice paddies and rolling hills, there are pockets of space to pontificate. RidingRead more…
I yank out a red basket from the pile and walk towards the fresh produce. “Excuse me,” I hear a man behind me. I turn around, an unimpressed look on my face. There are only two possibilities – this manRead more…
We walked to Preston Market together. Grandmother’s fingertips were scarlet from dying Easter eggs but it just added to her mystique. I spent my school holidays with her while my parents worked. Most other kids got to go and loiterRead more…
