Happy 4th of July!
I have a confession to make: I don’t really get into most American holidays. For starters, I can never remember which one is which (Memorial Day? Labor Day?)…
I have a confession to make: I don’t really get into most American holidays. For starters, I can never remember which one is which (Memorial Day? Labor Day?)…
You know the feeling when you suddenly feel inspiration all around you? Everywhere I turn, it’s beautiful, engaging, inspiring. The taste of bing cherries, the smell of salt on the bay air, the glorious sunsets, the graffiti etched into library desks. It’s as though I have been asleep for weeks.
Last Friday night, I was lucky enough to score a ticket to the opening of the Archibald, one of Australia’s premier art prizes. I love the art, the controversy and the debate around this event: the Archibald always delivers. And this year is no exception.
My mother has a rather strange aversion. It’s not a stereotypical one, like fearing rodents, or freaking out over spiders, but one that filled her with dread for more than a decade: She cannot enter the women’s locker room at her old golf club.
Since returning to Australia, I have not ventured too far from my family’s home in southern Sydney. Staying put usually makes me antsy, but I’ve enjoyed adjusting to the the slower pace of life in the suburbs. Overall, the feeling is one of familiarity, like my favourite PJs.
A dear friend, a dedicated animal activist, asked me about the treatment of animals in Thailand. I recall from my previous trip back to South East Asia that animals were not treated particularly well. But now, it seems to be a different story.