a jar of jam, a basket of beans and a fine niçoise

Every time I go home to Melbourne my mother has an array of boxes waiting for me in some corner of the house.  Shoe cartons filled with Sade and George Michael cd’s, larger boxes bearing my carefully tissue swaddled collection of Guy Boyd ramekins, folders full of paperwork, typed school projects and faded birthday cards.  This january I heaved piles of invoices and receipts into the recycling bin … Continue reading a jar of jam, a basket of beans and a fine niçoise