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, June 9, 2013
Room with a view
A room with a view
I am lucky to have such a view - and such a room. Lucky and determined. We have built this house up from a two-bedroom former state house to something fairly grand. Every plant and every brick was planted or laid by us. The bricks are from an old demolished church. We walk on religion as we come and go. On bricks imbued with the word of God and the breath of thousands of believers from centuries past. Perhaps they carry us well. Perhaps they measure every step and find us wanting. Perhaps they protect, perhaps they pursue and punish. Whichever way, they get us from A to B safely on a muddy day.