I wasn’t expecting any snow on my cold climate getaway. I was happy to go and sit in front of a log fire for a couple of days. Perhaps do a bit of bushwalking. No mobile, no wifi, surrounded by wineries. Bliss.
Harper Lee’s new book, Go Set a Watchman, was released this week and I’ve been getting ready for it by re-reading her 1960 classic (and prequel), To Kill a Mockingbird.
It sounds like a zen koan – a twisted mind riddle that fritzes you brain into nothingness – but it was just a question that came up in conversation. Now, the colour of watermelon comes to mind whenever I’m discussing a contentious issue.
For me, dandy isn’t about copying men’s style but taking the beautiful bits, adding a bit of flamboyance and making it work on a female body.
Straight women are swooning. Real Lesbians ™ and Real Queer Women™ are outraged. This week, the interwebs are all aflutter with girl crush fever. Apparently…
I’m on day two of a five-day sojourn in Sydney. This trip has been a continuation of what life is for me a the moment; it’s about taking myself out of my comfort zone, out of my routine, out of my support network and asking, “So, without all this other stuff, who am I? What’s important?”
I’ve always wondered if it’s possible to live without stress and I’m now starting to believe it is.
The cliff-face disappears and suddenly the plane is vertical – nose down. I think to myself that, outside aeronautical acrobatics, planes rarely travel vertically.