Writing about Melbourne (and about writing)

At Luna Park in St Kilda.

On the day before we catch the red-eye back to Wellington, Mel asks me if I might blog about Melbourne. She said it would be interesting to hear how I had witnessed the city and to compare it to her own experiences. It’s Monday night. Cat and Fiona took a flight back Auckland this afternoonRead more

How I came to be (and what the hell Tiger Bomb is).

My father immigrated to the United States in or around 1980.  The Vietnam War was over and he found himself on the losing side of long, bitter and terrible fight.  After spending time in a Malaysian refugee camp, he found asylum first in France, then in Sacramento, California and finally in Reno, Nevada. I wasRead more