If little girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice, then adult women are basically pavlova. Early in womanhood we are taught to please others, whether that is our parents or our teachers or our peers.
A five-minute clip on the evening news turned Allison Trent into a full-blown criminal.
My computer is winking at me knowingly as I sit down at my desk. I touch the keyboard and a photo of Paul appears on my screen.
Maisy was woken by a piercing scream. Startled, she sat up in bed, assuming the sound was coming from the street.
‘Imagine falling asleep for a hundred years. Would it not be awful?’ Georgie Macdonald whispered to her sister.
The letter arrived in my absence. Rose’s birthday was coming up; that’s Rose Buchan, my friend, landlady, surrogate mother and grandmother rolled into one.
In 1867, a journalist named Frederick Wilson published an account of his visit to Sydney’s Central Police Court, on George Street.
Good evening! Good evening! Good evening to the majestic city of Caesariyaaaaaah!’
For a long while Joan has managed to balance on the balls of her bare feet, knees bent, skirt skimming the dirt.
