The embroidered tag said it would contain fifty litres. I stuffed in my whole life, or at least the bits of it that I wanted to carry with me to the next place… Continue reading Backpack

Blood pounded hot and sweet in my belly when I told him Sarah Harmer was playing at Bottom of the Hill, a grunge bar, and asked if he’d like to go… Continue reading Almost

Taking the bottle from Jason’s hand, he upturned it into a plastic bag, inserted a short straw, then wrapped an elastic band around and around to secure the two together… Continue reading Acapulco

He told me that one day I’d wake up in the middle of the night, and recognize that thing that I was absolutely passionate about doing. He said that my thing would keep me awake, I’d have that passion inside me and it’d drive me… Continue reading Uncultured

Once upon a time, a red-headed braggart kissed me in front of his ex-wife with no warning, like I was a new pair of skis or a particularly sexy mountain bike he was smug about buying on sale because it … Continue reading First kiss last kiss

My first mother-in-law was a minister’s daughter, a minister’s wife, a computer programmer and a mother of three grown men by the time I swung into her orbit, the young and precocious girlfriend to her middle child… Continue reading Mother-in-law