A collection of events witnessed from my bedroom windows. Age 8 A flash of my brother Darren sprinting past, glancing over his shoulder. He is followed moments later by a flash of Dad, brandishing a leather belt and yelling out curses. We are living in country Victoria, in a house at the foot of a mountain … More From My Bedroom Window
Sydney is covered in Grime. Has anyone else noticed?
It is Jono’s fifth birthday. I am six and Darren is about to turn eight. Jono opens a present. “It’s a tool box!” Just what he asked for. The tool box is light pink with the words Ladies Tools imprinted across the front. “Ha! It says ladies tools!” Darren says. “No, it says laddies tools. … More A memory