The Virelli
The Virelli never said “we are here.” They only ever said, “we are passing through.” By the time Lethra was old enough to walk without …
The Virelli never said “we are here.” They only ever said, “we are passing through.” By the time Lethra was old enough to walk without …
And I do, I really do. I regret every choice I’ve ever made in life that has brought us to this misbegotten moment. Everyone around …
We are standing in front of a group of giant ceramic pumpkins on the third floor of the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art. They …
“It’s not a Ford.” “What are you talking about?” “It’s not a Ford.” These are not words I want to hear. We have just struggled …
Oh don’t kid yourself – Liane Moriarty may be “populist” fiction, but she writes brilliantly. The literary awards may go to men writing without punctuation, …
The funeral celebrant He didn’t know him, of courseThe deceasedInstead he stitched together a homespunCloth of many huesA wifely tale or twoA child’s distant memoriesA mate’s …
I was concerned when I picked up a book titled Women & Children, and it was written by a man. That man is Tony Birch. …
As I delved into the pages of this book, I found myself completely enchanted. Written through the perceived lens of the Victorian era, each flower …
Watching a dog play frisbee. Delete. Milkshakes and fried chicken with friends. Delete. Toilet breaks … fourteen incidents!? Good lord! Delete. I lean back in my chair …
On Saturday I attended the home and art studio of Martha Iserman as part of the Dandenong Ranges Open Studios. Nestled on the side of …