There’s No Place Like Home I have a moderate to severe case of wanderlust, which I ascribe in equal measure […]
Read MoreI like to think of myself as non-judgmental and open to new people. That’s how I like to imagine myself. I’m a people person. People are my thing. “After all” I think to myself, “I was the fat, spectacled kid of arts people” … as though this somehow implies a birthright to compassionate acceptance and understanding. Every now and then, however, I meet a person who so instantly sets my heckles up that I have to work unbelievably hard to be civil to them, for no apparent reason. When this happens, I find myself affronted by not only the person in question, but also by the fact that I am capable of feeling so instinctively, and yes, judgmentally, revolted. “How can I hate a person I don’t even know?”
Read MoreShe was an entrant in the 1965 Miss Australia Quest. She was Miss Central Northern Suburbs. She was clearly the most beautiful woman in the damn pageant, but no one liked dagoes back then. Italian was NOT in. Despite Sofia Loren. Despite the 19-year-old Italian-Barbarella who would one day be my mother. My mother’s beauty was always something I was proud of as a kid. Proud, in the depressingly defeated way, that only the overweight, spectacled child of a former Miss Central Northern Suburbs can be. I spent hours looking at her technicolour 1960s model-shots wondering how I had sprung from the same genetic well as her. Wondering what, exactly, my hippy-tastic mother had taken in 1970s that produced my “uniqueness”.
Read More… “Intervallo” … It’s Italian for intermission. It’s also what www.georgiakeighery.com is having for the month of September. Back in […]
Read MoreThere was a time when I considered 12-hole Doc Martins, a hippy skirt, a Pearl Jam t-shirt, and an expression […]
Read MoreTo mother Mother (n) To mother (v) I am of a certain age. ( I wonder who first coined […]
Read MoreStalker Marries Object of Desire; and still I’m alone There is more true love out there than I thought. Actually, […]
Read MoreEvery now and then life will lean over and slide an ace across the proverbial table just to prove that, […]
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