The sound of 'Wichita Lineman' was the sound of ecstatic solitude, but then its hero was the quintessential loner. What a great metaphor he was: a man who needed a woman more than he actually wanted h
My birthday's coming up so soon,I'll need new clothes to wear.But most of all, I need to know,How shall I style my hair?Will it be dreads or a twist out? Braids or a high-top fade? Joyous and vibrant,
It wasn't a goal of mine, certainly. As a child, I never once dreamed, 'I will be a poor mother.' I had fully intended to be a forest ranger. Now I realise there just isn't enough human contact in tha
But there had been a war. Everyone was certain of it, though it had been a long time since.This is Australia: an unnamed, dead-end town in the heart of the outback. A young writer arrives in New South
