Why We Do It

Why We Do It

For the last few mornings, I have woken to the indignant clucking of my mother’s chickens. My bedroom at home is adjacent to their coop and they are creatures who rise with the sun. If they have not been released into their enclosure by at least seven in the morning, they have no qualms in…

The One Question that Every Antipodean Expat Struggles to Answer

The One Question that Every Antipodean Expat Struggles to Answer

“You’re not from around here,” the shop attendant said, as she swiped through the UK-themed novelty birthday cards I had purchased as a lark for my friends. “No. I’m not,” I sighed. “I’m Australian.” “I love Australia!” She gushed, handing me the receipt. “I’ve been there five times.” Which was wonderful to hear, but still,…