A Harvest Moon Letter

Sweet Maryanne,  Remember the roof top garden at the Victorian College of the Arts where water pours down windows like a million tears? Where the Art School once was? Remember when we drank tea out of thermoses? Chai tea, sweetened with so much honey it was thick and syrupy in our mouths.  We laid back […]

Letters to Sons and Daughters – How to be a slut

Dear Sons and Daughters,   I was driving down Mulgrave Road with both my teenagers in the back of the car munching on chips and drinking slushies. They were discussing the other students at the school. ‘What about Jenna,’ said my boy ‘OMG she is such a slut,’ said my daughter. ‘She’s the sluttiest slut […]