writer – tea drinker – teller of cat tales
"So, my little friend," said the cat. "Would you like to go for an adventure across the sea?" "You can talk?" exclaimed the little boy, his tears momentarily forgotten. "That I can little one." "Are you magical? Mama told me you were." "I am indeed," replied the cat as he smiled his best cat smile.... Continue Reading →
“No, my dear we didn’t put anything magical in the tea,’ smiled Louisa. "The magic is a circle of women coming together. It’s the ancient connection we feel as sisters." "Louisa’s right," said Susannah. "For too long society’s demonised women and pitted us against each other." Polly nodded, "That’s because powerful women have always frightened... Continue Reading →
Kings Cross 1946 The rain came down in sheets as the young woman huddled under the awning. Her few scant belongings jammed in a battered suitcase by her feet. She was not sure how long she had been sitting on the bench. But it was dark now. She had blindly boarded the first train that... Continue Reading →
As an Australian kid Christmas meant endless days bobbing about on inflatable pool toys, while being seranaded by raucous cicadas and dive-bombed by Christmas beetles. It was my Mum in long flowing patio dresses slathering us in sunscreen, and my grandmother's outlandish swimming caps. It was my Dad cooking a BBQ and always burning the... Continue Reading →
I've always loved the old classic The Twelve Days of Christmas. I've never understood it, but I love it. I always imagine how thrilled the recipient must have been when she received that lovely tree with the bird in it, and how her Christmas, thanks to some dubious gift choices from her true love, degenerated... Continue Reading →
Tomasina Ravenscroft 