Too Young to Die
The first time I left home I was about seven years old. I can’t remember now why I felt the need to do so, but the fact remains that I did. I picked up my favourite doll of the time … Continue reading
Category Archives: Living Like a Maniac
Comfort Food
On days like today, when the wind is doing its best to batter through the windows and even the usually ebullient pigeons in the back yard have gone into hiding from the vertical rain, the only thing to do is … Continue reading
Ciao, bella – bella, ciao
With International Women’s Day just around the corner, here’s a look back at what happened last year. Mimosa, party horns and drag queens: long may they thrive. ******** Middle-aged drunk woman has a party horn. It’s got silver tassles on … Continue reading
Saints and sustenance
Catania is under siege. Every half hour or so there are more explosions. The sound booms around the city, always from a slightly different direction as the action moves from street to street. For a change, however, this isn’t anything … Continue reading
In the city
The noise comes from behind me as I walk home, exhausted after a day at school battling sickness, both in the kids and in myself. There’s someone following too close. My hackles rise and I move my bag to my … Continue reading
Moonlighting
So, I’m over at Pam’s place today. No fish this time, but there is a train journey, spilt coffee and nervous tics. Oh, and hai! While you’re over there why don’t you check out the other fab guest posters she’s … Continue reading
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Fortune’s Fool
All men are equal before fish – Herbert Hoover I spent yesterday afternoon on the rocks. Literally. There’s a small, pebbly, black-sanded beach near me where I like to go on a sunny weekend afternoon. Four harpoon fishermen snorkelled about … Continue reading
The sea in winter
Waves crash and a faint thrumming passes through the soles of my shoes. Black basalt rocks split grey-green water, revealing its bright opaque turquoise heart. A second later, and it is frothy white, erupting over the top of the front … Continue reading
Fishing for peaches
I’m staying in a hostel in Siracusa. It’s a couple of days before Ferragosto and the place is packed with people from all different countries: France, Germany, South Africa, England and Italy – and that’s just in my dorm. I’m … Continue reading
How to look good naked
(This post was written a while ago, but I forgot to publish it at the time. Sorry about that. I’m catching up slowly.) All I’m aware of is a look of gape-mouthed horror on Liv’s face. However, apparently she just … Continue reading
