If I could give one thing to America, it would be a gift basket of words it has forgotten it ever had.
Bushwalk is such a gloriously Aussie word. While Americans vigorously hike and the English ramble or roam, Australians, mate, we just go for a walk, you know, in the bush.
According to the prevailing beliefs of the nation he oversaw, Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia is himself being judged right… Read more Reserving Judgment
The waitress asks me if I would like some more hot water for my tea. I smile, meet her eyes… Read more Scarfing the chips on our shoulders
My husband makes fun of the English because they call most desserts “pudding.” And he is right. It is quite… Read more Boxing Clever
I am having one of those days when I sharply and sincerely regret getting out of bed. Comprising a soaking… Read more I Guess That’s Why They Call it The Blues
Lately, I have been spending a lot of time in my own head. Grieving the matriarch of the family, who… Read more Don’t Worry, Be Happy
Today, I introduced a friend to the delightful Australian term “shithouse”. Evocative of an outdoor toilet, it’s not even considered… Read more Hidden Tiny Tales of Tragedy
It is said that my generation doesn’t believe in heroes. On the surface, it’s easy to see why: When we… Read more Heroes, Just for One Day
Oh, that hurt. I have Americanized my website, swapping esses for zees, swapping licence for license and removing that all-important… Read more English, across the zees