Shelf life
“EXCUSE me, I’m researching a new novel and am wondering if the library has any books on [a spreading blush] … sex.”
“EXCUSE me, I’m researching a new novel and am wondering if the library has any books on [a spreading blush] … sex.”
ARE you spending less? I am, and it feels like a lot of people around me are, too.
THE most experienced party-goers, like Vogue editor Anna Wintour, know there are better ways to spend one’s time.
WERE you your parents’ favoured child? The least? Is there a rueful melancholy even thinking about that?
SO. A godmother again. What a thrill! All the lovely connotations, not least the deepening of the relationship with the parents in a most profound and trusting way.
THE dream of glorious otherness. It’s what inspires so many Aussie expats to stride hungrily into the world.
THERE’S no shame in being domestically disastrous.
THE request is modest: a Mother’s Day sleep party. “Can I come too?” bouncy little Ollie asks.
THE space is anointed by a golden light in this, the witching hour, but it’s the curtain around it that’s wondrous.
MORE sex!” The request, courtesy of an avid 80-year-old reader who feels this column’s been extremely tardy in that department of late.
Original URL: https://www.theaustralian.com.au/author/nikki-gemmell/page/49