The morning Trump won, I woke up in Brooklyn to the sound of a man yelling, “KAMALA!” out of his car window in the haze of dawn. I intentionally went back to sleep and refused to check the news to see if he was yelling it for a fun-good reason, or if was more…
There’s a documentary series on telly right now in “Australia” – I Was Actually There. In it, people who experienced defining moments in our recent history share their story. The subject of episode 6 is Todd Russell, who was trapped underground alongside Brant Webb in Beaconsfield, lutruwita / Tasmania, when the goldmine they were working…
I’m in the studio audience of a quizshow hosted by an Aussie sporting legend. Only one contestant remains – a bloke around my age. There are maybe 50 of us watching him from the bleachers, including his wife, who is in her third trimester of pregnancy. Twice now, I have heard her be referred…
“I’m here to seduce you,” the dancing woman declares. I’m not sure how to respond, so I giggle nervously. My friends and I have been admiring her for several minutes. We’re in a disco-inspired section of an art exhibition in Tokyo. The artist I’ve been diligently listening to on the audio guide calls the room’s…
It was my sister’s 14th birthday party when I first realised my parents' naivety.
Henna ran upstairs wiping mascara-coloured tears with the back of her palm. I turned to see my mum standing with crossed arms, swaying side to side with an uneven smile. When my sister came back downstairs a few minutes later, Mum…
When I was 12 years old, my grandmother gave me an unusual gift: a deep plastic tub filled with individually wrapped teacups. My brother received an identical tub – his was filled with model airplanes. At the time, I was somewhat perplexed by this offering. Although I had experienced an early initiation into the world…
A sweat-slicked, overworked deli woman stands before me, arm extended with the weight of poverty and its favourite mystery meat – Devon. With sunken eyes and a tired smile, I get the sense we are both well acquainted with it. My last five dollars is spent and so am I, grocery bags digging into the…
I prepare for Tokyo by quitting vapes. One week until departure, and I’ve not bought a single item on my list. I’m a zombie, moving through life in a cloud of smoke. My share house from the last six months is ejecting me. I have nowhere to live. It’s a repeat of last January, when…
The allure of solo travel can promise what sounds like an easy escape into uncharted waters. New lands to be discovered by your feet and new sensations to be snorted up by your senses. Because you, my squirmish friend, have been stuck in the trap of the humdrum, day-to-day existence of ordinary life.
You’ve already had…
The events depicted below are based on real experiences I had in Australia from 2020 to 2022. The names of people and places have been removed. Not to protect them, but rather to accommodate the handful of names that have relentlessly built and pushed forward the same issues I am about to address. Think of…
Each day had a handful of half-an-hour drives. It was a halfa to swim in the sea. A halfa to work. A halfa to yoga. A halfa to the pub. A halfa to visit that mate who had a half an hour free. That collectively made for a lot of time in the car feeling…
“You couldn’t pay me to live in Sydney.”
I’d said those exact words growing up. It was the kind of place I’d visit on the weekends with my friends, but you couldn’t, wouldn’t get me to live there. I didn’t want to live in crowds, unable to know anyone for the hordes of people inhabiting the landscape.…