Le Grande, c’est bon
JJ and I want to buy this place, which is a block away from our country estate, the one with all the ceramic gnomes in the garden (yes, seriously). We…
13 Questions I ask myself
Photo by leah jones I sometimes read interviews with writers but nothing comes even remotely close to the sorts of pieces from The ParisReview. I went through a magazine collecting phase a…
Reverb 12 – Body Integration
December 12 – Body Integration This year, when did you feel the most integrated with your body? Did you have a moment where there wasn’t mind and body, but simply…
Something’s afoot
So plenty has been happening over here but I’ve been a bit busy actually DOING that I haven’t had as much time to write about it. I’m about to finish…
I SWEAR THIS ACTUALLY HAPPENED TODAY
You really can’t make this shit up… My friend and neighbour, J’Red, who’s also a cop, calls out over the fence: J’Red: Hey Betty!Me (Quite concerned. I don’t like his tone.…
A nun walks into a bar…
I’m a liar; a nun certainly did NOT walk into a bar. A very lovely, but dead, nun has become the first Australian Saint (we will now call her “Our Saint Mary”).…
On Writing
Writing is a long process that involves listening, often to things you don’t want to hear. I tell the stories that I know; not verbatim but, rather, a retelling of the…
Ghostwriting, midlife crises and twirling titties
I know it’s been a little gloomy here on the Box, but, well, that’s just how I roll. I mean, as much as I might try, I’m no Martha Stewart…
Hooray for me and Martha! #2
Holy crap, after weeks and months of prepping the front garden – first by removing all of the “lawn” – if you can call it that, with the drought we’re having…
You see… the thing is…
I have been writing a woman’s memoir for the past year, and in order to do that, I’ve had to toss everything aside–that includes craft and my sanity. I have…