My typical Christmas Day is a writing day. When I get tired of writing, I watch DVDs, for I can’t face Christmas advertisements. This is one of the many effects of being Jewish in Australia. This year, however, some friends … Continue reading
Tag Archives: summer
It seems to me that literature always waxes effusive about summer. Everyone is supposed to love summer. Picnics, barbeques, days at the beach. It sounds idyllic. Me, I hate summer. Give me fall any day: a nip in the air, … Continue reading
Every place has a season, or seasons, when the goal is simply to get through it and survive. Whether it be extremes of heat or cold, wet or dry, it’s the season the inhabitants dread–openly or behind a mask of … Continue reading