Blogs I Follow
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Some days, you need a change of perspective. You’re tired of the usual vantage points; need something grander, more expansive. On days like these, you head to the mountains. (You’ve friends who laugh at ascribing mountain status to hills like … Continue reading
You like the feel of the place at night: the theatre and taxis; the restaurants and bars. You like the high-heeled style of it; the buzz and glamour. You’re lucky to live nearby; to have access to a well-designed urban … Continue reading
When you were younger, you liked Front Square best: the Campanile; the columns and inscriptions; the symmetry of its architecture. You even liked the cobblestones; forgave their ankle-twisting tendencies. You enjoyed how busy the square could be: tourists queuing to … Continue reading
The main gates are tall and elegant, but you prefer this entrance: a small black door set into the perimeter wall. You remember how intrigued you were the first time you came upon it. You ran your hand over the … Continue reading
The beach stretches in front of you: 800 metres wide and five kilometres long. At 6.30 a.m. it’s mostly empty, although when you arrived, you met a handful of early risers in the car park. (A man glanced at your … Continue reading
Once, you were interested in the house: its gracious form, austere beauty. You wanted to know its history; to learn about the men and women who called it home. You may even have envied their good fortune. But you barely … Continue reading
After the school run, you stop at the park. The cherry blossoms are in bloom and you want to take some photos. (You’ve been meaning to come for days. Why haven’t you come before?) The park is quiet; commuters and … Continue reading
Something about the canal cheers you. You pass it on weekday mornings and the tow path is busy, the bike lane is busy. Commuters everywhere. At lunchtime, workers sit on the banks, eat sandwiches and drink coffee. In the evening, … Continue reading
You come here because you like the sound of gravel. Silly, really. A grown woman, moved to happiness by the sound of stones. Still. You like gravel. Always have. You like how it crunches underfoot; calls attention to itself. You … Continue reading
What I know about the adolescent orphans who came to Australia at the time of the Great Irish Famine.
books, essays, etc.
Contemporary newspaper articles and illustrations from the Great Hunger in Ireland, 1845-52
Poetry, Fiction, Nonfiction
Bossy & Bookish in the South Bronx