‘Normal is a cycle on a washing machine’ is something my dad always told me.
The sickle moon had just slipped below the western horizon when the file of mounted men emerged from the trees.
I always thought the moment you met the great love of your life would be like the movies.
Kiwi the Shih Tzu gets loose on the Thursday before the schools in the district let out for winter break.
I decided that Orion needed to die after the second time he saved my life.
Adjectives such as ‘singular’ and ‘extraordinary’ tend to be overused by biographers to describe the lives of the people they’re writing about, not to mention the publicists who are paid to promote their books.
Come now. On this mild summer’s night let us gaze upon two men who have known what it is to love and be loved, to hold and be held, and who now have only death for companionship.
By the time Eliza Maxine Olivia Miller was eleven, she had lived in eight different country towns.
Of all the things I’d imagined might stop us from reaching Rennart Castle by nightfall, goats had not even made the top fifty.
In the spring of 1944, I was sixteen, living with my parents and two older sisters in Kassa, Hungary.
Melbourne, 1912: on the busy corner of Collins and Swanston streets stood an attractive woman of middle age.
I am in the spare room, which doubles as my office, and I have just finished my day’s work.
Owning our story and loving ourselves through that process is the bravest thing that we will ever do.