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But you are a living vessel, a breathing archive… I wanted to be white. I was seven years old and mad keen on cricket. All of Australia’s players looked white and I didn’t resemble them. I feared—with imminent fury—being perceived as less Aussie, less real, than...

The day long awaited had now arrived. The family gathering had a supplementary purpose to general sociality—the slaughter of an elderly, post-egg-laying chicken: a consumer of crumb, who gave no gift in return (apart from her poop fertilizing the earth). The time had...

You reach a signpost, “this way for the rest of your life,” and you know it’s the direction you must take. It is a deep conviction, in the marrow of bone.  And it’s more than the fact that writing gives you words to speak, or a place to belong, or in story you find...

It’s all you want for them, isn’t it, as a mother, a parent? To be happy in what they do, healthy, good in their heart, and to outlive you.  I only have two. Both boys.  Actually, they’re young men, and the eldest a parent himself now.  But I ‘ve always been more...

We all come to writing along different paths.  For some it’s a life journey, growing in the magic of words as little ones. Nurtured in a childhood of story-time, exploration and wonder, through the stretch of adolescence and early adulthood to develop the skill and...