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.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Flowers over fists
Daisies, a gift from a friend, kissed by the early-morning winter sun..., a sweet
and simple antidote to the bitter battling and bullying of the bad boys' world.
Pity they must die...