Those who read my posts know I talk a lot about dreamy though – I believe – legitimate stuff: following inclinations towards creativity, honouring gifts, leaving parties early to go be a nerd, that sort of thing. Continue reading “Gossip: how would we like to be talked about?”
Author: Anna Kosmanovski
Who knows? Only you do.
I am learning in life something. You might have already worked it out. Or you might have worked it out and then abandoned it, or only – be like Alice from Alice in Wonderland and myself – and give advice but not take it. Continue reading “Who knows? Only you do.”
Meeting Mari: weird writers and changing the world (Part One)
There are stories in everything. And everyone. I’d like to share with you my series of ‘personal narrative’ writing on Stories of Geelong writer and journalist Mari Nilssen Continue reading “Meeting Mari: weird writers and changing the world (Part One)”
A True story: a cold Sunday night in Geelong
It was a cold Sunday night, very cold. I was protected inside the old Honda from last century that is my car but even that – and a halfhearted car heater turned to the hottest level – did not completely ease the bite of the wicked winter chill which danced around, ready to attack me as soon as I was ‘outside.’ Continue reading “A True story: a cold Sunday night in Geelong”
Sleeping giant starting to wake up: Geelong’s art scene begins to flourish
Inside the little town (dramatised for nonsensical purposes) of Geelong, there lies many artists. Many painters, photographers, writers, musicians, illustrators, people who draw on both canvasses and serviettes: you get the picture. Continue reading “Sleeping giant starting to wake up: Geelong’s art scene begins to flourish”
Books Sans Borders: ode to Geelong’s much loved bookshop
Not getting sentimental or anything but … Continue reading “Books Sans Borders: ode to Geelong’s much loved bookshop”
Mixed imported produce.
Near the potatoes, next to onions and wedged between the refrigerated produce and the deli, there it was. Garlic. Continue reading “Mixed imported produce.”
Day Trip
Today, on a mildly cold day in mid May (yes I like alliteration) I ventured to the Spa Region or, as I secretly think of it – one of the prettiest places in Victoria, Australia maybe even the World. (Secret’s out now.) Continue reading “Day Trip”


