Sunday Blog 188 – 8th June 2025 In this post-birthday week I’ve been enjoying some guilt-free voucher purchases, and bought a copy of Hannah Kent’s memoir Always Home, Always Homesick. It’s a compelling book unpacking her student exchange experience in Iceland in 2003 which inspired her first novel, Burial Rites. The true story of the …
Tag Archives: Memoir
Journalling, and what it reveals…
Sunday Blog 185 – 18 May 2025 This week I tuned into a podcast all about memoir and journalling, just after returning from my recent Bali writing retreat. While there, I finished transcribing my 2006-2010 journal. (Procrastination about editing the memoir? How very dare you!) Among other things, the podcast episode highlighted that journalling can …
My Favourite Childhood Photo
Sunday Blog 174 – 2 March 2025 It’s one of my favourite childhood photos, ever. And there are a lot of photos. I mean, a lot. I think it’s my broad smile. I wasn’t always a smily child, in fact I was something of a brooding scowler. I’m sure I recall that perfect Perth Spring …
Resonant spaces
Sunday Blog 162 – 8th December 2024 Getting somewhere on time for me is often assisted when I have the arrival time noted as earlier than required. For example this week I had 12 in my diary for Christmas lunch, instead of the correct 1pm. That created a cheeky extra hour to wander around town, …
Stars of the Future?
Sunday Blog 144 – 14th July 2024 By the time I was born, the sixth child in eight years (no multiples), my mother’s hair was grey. I mean, that makes sense right? Wouldn’t such a profusion of children dim the shine of most people’s hair? She’d started late for her generation – 29 when she …
Solo Mama Memories
Sunday Blog 142 – 30th June 2024 This week I’ve been submersing myself in the memoir edits (I’m revising my 2014 memoir, to get it up to the standard of my novella. Just play along with me!) My 2014 memoir skates right over the top of the reality of my life as a solo mama, …
On this day 26 years ago
Sunday Blog 130 – 7th April Diary Entry, 7th April 1998, 11 Olibiados Street, Thessaloniki It’s the morning. I awoke at 4 feeling distinctly queazy after dreaming about eating a mouthful of dried Earl Grey leaves and then trying to get rid of them by washing them down with water. Anyway, that plus the very …
Lost in The City
Sunday Blog 23 – 6th February 2022 I am one month into a three-month Transition which means I am once again commuting rather than driving to work. It is part of my shedding the golden handcuffs of the Executive Director role I held for seven years. So it’s been seven years since I regularly commuted …