A Writer By Any Other Name

Sometimes all a writer has is their name. And sometimes they don’t even have that. Words are intangible. When you speak them, they do not last. They can be misheard, or forgotten, or misquoted. They can be claimed by someone else. When you write online as I do, it is easy for your words toContinue reading “A Writer By Any Other Name”

Brown Eyes and Spaghetti (My Side of the Story)

The other day was Valentine’s Day. The day before that was my 14th wedding anniversary. And the day before that I spent an hour staring into the brown eyes of not one, but two lovely young men, neither of whom happened to be my husband. I’ll explain. In Perth, there are two main food critics.Continue reading “Brown Eyes and Spaghetti (My Side of the Story)”