I remember the first time I met you, at a dinner party in Balmain. You seemed smart and funny, although slightly annoying in a peppy, sunshiny way. I now know you can be far more energetic than you were that night, but at the time I found your positivity just a bit more than my… Read More For Iris
A woman stands in a garden holding her granddaughter in her arms, swaying gently back and forth. “All the pretty lights” she croons. “All the pretty lights.” An evening ritual; watching the lights from Surfers Paradise twinkle on the horizon as she calms the little girl for sleep, pointing out constellations and looking for shooting… Read More Missing Marion, Ten Years On.