Most of my Christmases have been summer ones—a concept people outside of Australia take a while to get their heads around…
Read MoreThe bed was a disarray of white sheets and pillows…
Read MoreOnce you get off the main thoroughfares that cut through the city, you are immediately in labyrinths of small streets, side streets and alleys. You never know what you’re going to find as you walk down those byways. A new restaurant, a tailor shop, an antique shop, a high-end jewellery store side by side with a massage parlor or a five-star hotel with a small flower stall next to it….
Read MoreI am scared of my dreams. I quieten them every time they come out too strong. I calm my face when it lights up about wanting to leave this country…
Read MoreThe memories of the last goodbye would come flooding back — the guilt that I hadn’t embraced the moment, the feeling of contentment that I had made friends for life, the experiences I had locked into my memory, and most of all, the sadness that this all was all coming to a grinding halt…
Read MoreLiving half your life in the West and the other half in the East would render one ripe for an identity crisis...
Read MoreShe took the lead and went zip lining first in Costa Rica. Then I had to try it. She was eager to run into the ocean and go past the giant waves that terrified me, yelling at me to come out and join her....
Read MoreWhen the little chameleon girl was born, she was completely green, just like her parents. On her first day in kindergarten she was shocked to find out that no one else was green, the other kids were mostly purple...
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