There is a small, 40 seat restaurant in Darlinghurst. Opened by two sisters, Carol and Sharon Salloum, the place has delighted Sydney-siders for more than ten years with delicious Syrian food. Called the Almond Bar, the sisters wanted to showcase Middle Eastern cuisine and change perceptions of what it had to offer through their restaurant. They wanted to introduce more than kebabs and hommus — to show there was more to the food than something we ate after a big […]
She was married for six months when her husband got the call. He was offered a job in Australia and he was going to take it. It was 1957 and Australia was half a world a way from Suffolk, the place where M was raised. “I don’t think I would have come to Australia if my husband didn’t get a job here,” she mentions in passing. For more than 25 years, she has been volunteering her time to teach English […]
My Open Mic Night Henna Tattoo I went to an Open Mic Night in Fairfield a few weeks ago. It was organised by a local church in South West Sydney to support people who have fled persecution and conflict. It was an encouraging evening and I enjoyed my souvenir from the night. Thank you Debbie for your Six Word Saturday!
The sun rising on the city that never sleeps. It was taken one morning from my brother’s place in New York. We woke to sunlight streaming into the room. I grabbed my phone and I went outside to take the shot. I wish I could say the neighbourhood was waking up, but I could hear the traffic below and see cars already on the roads. It felt like many people were awake for a while. Via the Daily Post Photo […]
It’s a four year old conversation. Our boy was in Grade 2. His teacher was asking the class to prepare a short talk every two weeks. “So,” I ask. “What are you going to do for your school topic talk this week?” “What I would do if I ruled the world,” he responds. “Oh, I see.” It’s a big job and he had never, until then, shown an interest in taking on grand projects. Thinking he’d provide free chocolate to […]
My grandmother passed away many years ago. We spent most of our lives apart in different countries. I wish I knew her better. Of the things I received after she died were old photos that my mother had sent her through the years. She kept them all. This one makes me smile. It’s me striking a pose before Voguing was a thing. I hope it made my grandmother smile too. via the Daily Post Photo Challenge: Smile
I met her at the local library a few weeks ago. She was a strong Cambodian woman. A survivor of the Pol Pot regime. She fled her homeland with her family when she was nine years old and spent more than 10 years in various refugee camps near the Thai border before arriving in Australia via a stint in New Zealand. She never had the chance to gain a proper education. What little English she learned before she came to […]