I adore Mitski. I listened to her song, Working for the Knife, for seven hours straight one day, the day after I turned in the first draft of my book,...

Laughter is Memory doors swung open as siblings linked in memories of mischief shared, once more, tip toe past their parent’s door to cartoons calling from their new colour tv;...

Laughter is Side-splittin’ like the sound of hyenas singin’ Some are so loud they leave your ears ringin’ You can laugh at farts and you can laugh at croaks But...

Laughter is a three-leafed clover, a rabbit’s foot still attached, a wishbone that was made to last. To tease and be teased is true equality; let no one feel invisible,...

I listen to The Violent Femmes’ eponymous album a lot, especially when I walk Rozelle Bay, my favourite place in Sydney. I’m twenty-eight now, but I remember listening to it...

Imma let you finish… but Beyonce’s latest album is arguably her best one yet. Collaborative, fiery and empowering, it is both a nod to the past and a glimmer of...

I’m not sure if a perfect world is possible but what I do know is that the root of all of that possibility is love. Not the kind of love...

Can’t name my favourite track. I tried. I really did. I scanned my most played. I … ‘I Tried’ by Brandy Norwood. That was big for me, actually. I played...

At three, I learned how to bite to draw blood without breaking skin. I was once a giant cat for whom trees were splinters and lakes, footbaths. At ten, I...