At the end of this story, I'm going to recommend that you buy this book that my clever friend Al wrote. Fair warning. When I was six, I had the greatest birthday party ever. Everyone from my class came, because when you're in Prep (which is called Reception
When I was in my late teens, I went to Sydney to search for the person I loved. I had had my heart broken and I cradled its pieces in my carry-on luggage and we went to look for a new start together. In the first
The first time I fell properly in love, I was 12. We had gone down the coast to a place called Wirrina. Lots of times, actually. Dad would run team building exercises and the rest of us would swim in the world's largest* indoor pool.
On the weekend, we carefully introduced the kids to a core function of our lives. A veritable smorgasbord of imagination. A fundamental element of our ongoing happiness. The best -- nay, only -- way to spend a rainy Sunday afternoon. Roleplaying. The game of choice was Pathfinder, a
When I was sixteen, I had a lovely, law-abiding boyfriend. He was seventeen, and we went to parties with booze and never drank any of it, because we were such upstanding members of society. When I was seventeen, I had a boyfriend who was in all
It would be only a minor exaggeration to say that I had the fright of my life this morning. 4:30am: I was asleep in bed, with Lily kicking me in the shins because she sleeps like someone is chasing her, when my dog started barking. This