The best-known modern Chinese ‘fairy tale’ is the story of three sisters from Shanghai, born in the last years of the nineteenth century.
The city looked small on a map of America. It was just a tiny polite dot, near a red threadlike road that ran across an otherwise empty half inch of paper.
For much of the year I had been awaiting the go-ahead on what was potentially one of the most demanding, exhausting, but exhilarating acting roles I’d ever been offered.
‘I would like to be on good terms with all animals,’ remarked the woman, to her daughter.
Now that people communicate with one another primarily by social media, letter-writing has become a lost art.
OK. Don’t panic. Don’t panic. I’ve got 5 minutes 52 seconds before my basket expires.
And I could only have seen her there on the stone bridge, a dancer wreathed in ghostly blue, because that was the way they would have taken her back when I was young, back when the Virginia earth was still red as brick and red with life
My mother has the tenacity of a bulldog, looks like June Cleaver, and curses like a truck driver.
Only dead people are allowed to have statues, but I have been given one while still alive. Already I am petrified.
There was a tap at the north-east door. Seated behind his desk by the windows, he looked up expectantly, knowing who would be announced.
Tracing the footsteps of William Buckley is not easy and not just because his strides were so long.
The oldest suicide note was written in ancient Egypt about four thousand years ago.
Young people around the world are cracking open the heart of the climate crisis, speaking of a deep longing for a future they thought they had but that is disappearing with each day that adults fail to act on the reality that we are in an emergency.
Professor Jahan Darvish nudged his thick black glasses along the bridge of his nose and stared into the minibar fridge of his swanky Manhattan hotel suite while doing his best to ignore the outrageous price list posted off to the side.
There once lived, at a series of temporary addresses across the United States of America, a travelling man of Indian origin, advancing years and retreating mental powers
Later, when people asked about her travels, Sophie would put it simply: the trip to Europe as a bride was hazy in her memory, but she would never forget the voyage home as a widow.
Aye, I admit it hadn’t been an easy afternoon for my father, what with the failure of his invention and Mother’s inclination to remind him of it.
It’s the middle of the night and I’m huddled over, dragging my dilly bag, which is chock-full with all sorts of goods – jewellery, frozen food, wallets and the like.
This is the chilling and definitive true story of one of the world’s most extraordinary serial killers, infamous in both Australian and American criminal history.
The reason I agreed to travel to Europe with my dad was because I was sick of having fun overseas.
