I lived once in a tiny flat at the top of a hill. It had a big window in the living room, with a sill big enough to sit on if you wanted. I put pictures on it. Pictures of my family and a boomerang that my friends had signed when I left Australia. The... Continue Reading →

Perth Writers Festival 2016

Or, to use it’s official title: The weekend I tried to make Susan Midalia my Australian Auntie, Fell in Love Four Times and Out of Love Once, and Cried Five Times. I don’t really know how to write this review. There were so many things that stood out to me about this weekend. A lot... Continue Reading →

My Truest Love

I wrote this about how I feel being in, and leaving, London: All around me are the sounds of the city, people getting ready to go out, to celebrate, commiserate.  Car horns blasting, interchanging with shouts and the occasional laughter. The city coming alive. The sound of my own feet, boot hitting pavement, echoes in... Continue Reading →

A decade

I stepped off the plane; eyes streaming with the brightness of the light and my head was full of hope, possibility, a fresh start. The sky was so blue, and everything looked clean and shiny and new. I was, ten years ago, the most excited I have ever been in my life. I was also the... Continue Reading →

Avon Valley Writers Festival

Originally published by The Writers Bloc: Avon Valley Writers Festival is in its third year, hosted over two days, the first in the town of Toodyay, the second in Northam. Brandishing a line up of local authors, including Amanda Curtin, Sami Shah and Susan Midalia it was a opportunity too good to miss. A road... Continue Reading →

Dear Ella

#DearElla, Being a teenager is hard, fourteen and fifteen especially, it's a very frustrating time being suspending between adulthood and childhood and having to navigate this world without a grown up telling you what to do all the time, but at the same time, oh my god there are no adults telling you what to... Continue Reading →

Melbourne: an irrelevant list

Some things about Melbourne that didn't seem to fit anywhere else; I'm not sure if it's a story broken into parts, or each part is it's own story.  1. I went to a place called Breadtop and bought a double sausage in a bun for $2.60, it was delicious. The bun was brioche.  2. There... Continue Reading →

No 8 tram

The man puts his hand out, to help me off the tram. He is old, the man. Perhaps in his mid-seventies. He has been to the ballet, with his wife. I know because they have been talking about it, regaling the beauty. He makes me think of my father; who would always put his hand... Continue Reading →


It's early morning, my back aches from the hard airplane seat that I spent three hours and forty minutes sleeping in. It's early morning and the sun is just rising, the sky filled with red and orange. Gold. I think that it's the most beautiful sunrise I have ever seen because I'm full of adventures... Continue Reading →

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