Journal
Articles
The breathing artist
I WORKED AS part of an ever-changing small team of lighthouse keepers in 1973, on three uninhabited islands off...
Strangers in a familiar land
THERE ARE THINGS you miss about Australia when you live in London, but you need never want for Australian...
Unicornered
Our dinosaur balloon has lost its pep. For weeks it commandeered the living room. It swayed above its empire like an...
Brisbane, late 1960s
YOUR MOTHER DOESN’T like the school holidays. She has to run the shop as well as keep an eye...
Red plague
You taught me language, and my profit on’tIs I know how to curse. The red plague rid youFor learning...
Mother-daughter trip
Nana B and Zeide once ice-skated on a lake in the Carpathian Mountains in Poland. ‘I was made for Poland,’ says...
Shadow life
I WAS LESS than five when I left Hungary for Australia, yet many of my formative experiences had already...
Belonging
WE’RE ALL PART of a family, and often more than one. Even without kids, I turn up on several family...
London calling
WHEN I TOOK my first job in advertising in 1994 – in my home town, Melbourne – the last thing I...
Sous le soleil exactement
…AND WE FOUND ourselves in the old Anjou capital, Angers, in the Pays de la Loire, adrift in the...
The town turns over: Audio edition
Listen to author Laura Elvery read aloud her short story 'The town turns over', a poignant exploration of ageing,...
Every paddock has its problem
I discovered too how when we were flooded in, isolated for days or weeks, I felt a kind of delighted wonder. Everyone on our side of the creek was ‘in it together’... An external force was responsible for our isolation and I felt accompanied, a solidarity with the locals I knew from firefighting and funerals.
