Eid Round-up

I may not be Islamic, but I still get their holidays. Being a western expat in a Muslim country, with a husband working for an English firm, and children going to an English curriculum school, we get the best of both worlds – Christian and Muslim holidays. The kids love it – they only have…

Poetry in ocean

On the New South Wales coast, a couple of hours south of Sydney, there is a deep blue bay by the name of Jervis. On the southern arm, nestled in a crooked wrist, between the retiree-infected Vincentia, the most chilled out army base in the world, and the breathtaking Jervis Bay National Park, lies Hyams…

Mother Mary

So first we arrived in “Little England”, and then went to a big temple…. Step three of our journey was to see the real Sri Lanka. As I have mentioned, we have a Sri Lankan Maid-slash-nanny-slash-cook-slash-counselor working with our family. When she invited us to see her home town, we jumped at the prospect. Mary…

The Bleak House

Can you guess where I am? I am standing in the shadow of a dark and imposing bluestone mansion, at least I would be in shadow if there were any sun. Mist creeps around me, leaving moisture on every surface, too small to see, but easy enough to feel. The mansion and the inclining garden…