Welcome to the sometimes painful, often preposterous, essentially playful world of the woman who brought you 'The Grass Was Always Browner' -- a tell-all memoir of my Sydney-based childhood, originally titled 'Dancing with Dingoes'. There's some dancing in it.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
A Sunday smile
An old woman in hoodie approaches
Grey faced, shuffling
Bent over eyes
How easy it is to forget
How easy it is to smile, even on a Sunday