Is what some of my friends wanted to ask, but instead they were very generous, especially when I went on to explain that I came to Broken Hill because I couldn’t go to Libya. Continue reading
She leaned her face against the glass and felt the tears smudge between her cheek and the clear cold surface. Her face hurt from the long effort of trying to pin the smile in place so that he wouldn’t be made too sad by her sadness as he boarded the plane. This was The Day, after all, and it turned out he’d done a fabulous job of getting all this together, while she hadn’t prepared herself properly for it at all. She thought of the day Dave had started kindy, but then decided he would move out and start a family. What prepares you for this moment when you’re staring through the glass? Continue reading
Young people of the world: Make eye contact!
…is how I wanted to start my post today, but then, yes, I spotted the problems with that. Continue reading