Off the Beaten Track | Sandy Barker on writing, travel, reading, life…

  • Guest Blogger (My Awesome Mother): Changing the face of teaching in the 70s and 80s


    My sister and I grew up with young parents. Mum and Dad were 21 when I was born and 25 when my sister came along. They were both primary school teachers.  We grew up in the 70s, surrounded by 20-somethings – our parents and a slew of aunties and uncles – actual and honorary.  When I…

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  • New Year’s Absolutions 2017


    Every year I think of the (sometimes silly) promises I have made to myself – or the albatrosses of obligations I have somehow bought into – and absolve myself of them. This is in the spirit of seeking (only) joyful, authentic, positive pursuits, and releasing myself from the pursuits that make me resentful, angry or…

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  • We the people…don’t always get it right


    So, how do you let an emotional public, or even worse, an ill-informed or indifferent public to make such an important decision, particularly when you’re not even compelling them to participate?Read more We the people…don’t always get it right

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  • What it’s like being an Aussie in America during a presidential election


    I moved from Sydney to Seattle, Washington in January 2009 – just in time to watch President Obama’s first inauguration live on TV. He had been elected by the largest turn-out of voters in American history, and for many people it was a signpost of a better time to come. The vice grip of the…

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  • For Our Little Miss Lucy


    When you get a pet, you know that it is very likely that you will outlive them. You risk the inevitability of them dying sometime in the future, because you know that before that happens, you will have the wonderful experience of being a furrent. We had our little Lucy for nearly 5 years and…

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  • I’m hopeless at being helpless


    I am writing this one-handed and I’m wearing pyjamas in the middle of the day. Eleven days ago I had a shoulder reconstruction and since then I’m sporting bandages on my left shoulder and a sling. I have at least 3 more days off work in ‘complete rest’ mode, and then maybe I can start back at work…

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  • The hardest part is getting published


    Writing a novel may seem like a big task. It is. Start to finish, including chapter re-writes, incorporating feedback from trusted editors and reviewing the whole thing 3 times over, You Might Just Meet Someone took about 2 years. That’s 2 years alternating between intense labouring and equally intense procrastination. You see, I love to write, but I…

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  • Why Spectre Was a Giant Snore Fest


    [Spoiler Alert!] There’s no nice way to say this. Spectre is a silly and rather dull movie. Which for a HUGE Bond fan – particularly of the Daniel Craig era – is grossly disappointing. They say Craig is hanging up his Omega watch and bespoke suits and that they’ll be passing the Bond mantle onto…

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  • You Might Just Meet Someone Chapter Two


    On the flight to Athens, I was stuck in the middle seat between a husband and wife, one who wanted to sit by the window and the other who wanted the aisle. They spent the entire flight talking across me as though I was some sort of aeronautical soft furnishing. When I politely asked if…

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  • You Might Just Meet Someone Chapter One


    This is chapter one of a novel I have written. Feedback is welcome. Chapter One I woke up stiff and achy. I was pretty sure I had the beginnings of jetlag even though I was still in the air. It was that wretched mixture of queasiness and exhaustion. I hate flying long-haul. Let me correct…

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  • Humbled. Exhausted. Replenished. Gratified.


    “How was it?” I can’t tell you how many times I have been asked this question since I returned from Cape Town, South Africa just over two weeks ago. It’s a perfectly valid question, as I was doing something quite unique. In February, I spent two weeks with 12 others from around the world, working with…

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  • FRIENDS


    When FRIENDS burst onto the scene in the mid-90s I devoured it with an appetite I hadn’t had since TV shows were named after addresses in California. Of course, I wasn’t alone – it was a juggernaut. It was refreshingly funny, it was aspirational, it was Seinfeld for Generation X. I can still watch any episode…

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  • Fa La La La Laaah La La La La


    It’s that time of year – time to deck the halls and all that stuff. It’s my favourite time. It’s Christmas time. I am not what you would call a religious person – I know this, because I was once very religious and I am now the antithesis of that – but I LOVE Christmas.…

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  • Never too much of a good thing


    Poor us – we had to stay here for 4 whole days! Let me set the scene. It has been 8 years since we met on Santorini and went on our first date. To celebrate this anniversary, we took ourselves to wine country. This isn’t really a surprise to anyone who knows us, as we…

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  • What’s My Excuse?


    There has been some hubbub in the cyber world this past fortnight, because of this woman, Maria Kang. The backlash, both from the online community and from people I know, was passionate, angry and sometimes even vile. How dare she shame other women? ‘Fat shaming’ it was called. I watched this discussion unfold (mostly on…

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  • Slump


    There are a lot of writer’s who say that there’s no such thing as writer’s block, because you can always write something – even if it isn’t very good. Maybe that’s true. I mean, I’m writing at the moment. I’m writing this blog post. So, if writer’s block no more real than Santa (sorry, spoiler alert),…

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  • 7th Heaven


    This month Ben and I celebrate the 7th anniversary of our ‘meet cute’. Ours was a cute meeting, and we have retold it in various forms to an array of people over the years. If you know us, we have likely delighted (bored?) you with it at some point. I am currently penning a (mostly)…

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  • I had the craziest dream last night


    It’s a little-known made up statistic that 9/10 people who insist on telling you about the dream they had, start re-telling it with these seven dreaded words, seven words that would make even your mother cringe. Because the truth is, no one wants to hear about your dream, not even your mum. I know that…

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  • NZ ’13


    I was a lucky bugger and I won a trip – an all-expenses-paid trip – to New Zealand. 25 words or less on who I would take to NZ and why, and a couple of months later Ben and I were winging our way to Wellington. This is a retrospective of our 7 night, 8…

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  • Legends On Stage


    Today I saw Darth Vader and Jessica Fletcher – on stage together.           Well, not really, but I did see the matinee of Driving Miss Daisy starring two of the world’s most famous octogenarians. James Earl Jones, 82, and Angela Lansbury, 88, together for 90 splendid minutes. They were joined by…

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  • What’s On My…


    This blog post is inspired by Renée who was inspired by another, who was inspired by…it goes back a ways… BATHROOM COUNTER: Pretty things in seafoam blue. And tissues. My dad taught me that you should never have to be more than 10 feet away from tissues in your home. Of course, the box is…

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  • Gallipoli 1997


    In 1997 (February) I was on Contiki’s European Training Trip. This is what I wrote about going to Gallipoli. Leaving Greece we were on a pilgrimage – to Gallipoli.  Most of us were antipodean and we were keen to see where our ANZACs had landed, fought and died, and to pay our respects with a…

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  • And all women like pink…


    Last week I listened to/watched a wonderful talk by Kirstie Clements, the woman who was the editor of (Australian) Vogue Magazine for 12+ years and was unceremoniously dismissed last year. The talk is an incredible exploration of women in the business world and if you have 25 minutes to give to it, you may just…

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  • Your Beautiful Feathers


    In 1973 there were some significant births. My sister was born, which at the time I was not particularly pleased about, but I’ve since come around. And many of my oldest (pardon the use of that word here) and dearest friends were also born in 1973. You won’t have to remember any of your 9th…

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  • Lessons of a Proud Aunty


    I am the proud aunty to Alexander, who is now 20 months old (I started to count out my age in months and quit when I got to 500). This is him: Yes, I completely agree. He is adorable. Even in a photograph with a cute bear, he is the cute one. These are the…

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  • Off the Beaten Track in London


    I am currently in London, UK. Well, not the Buckingham Palace-Tower of London-Big Ben-West End-Leicester Square kind of London, but the real London. You know, where the people live. London people. I have been staying with my sister and brother-in-law (and their son, my nephew) in Isleworth, which is just outside of Richmond, which is…

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  • Diary of Cold Virus by Sandy’s Cold


    Day One Victim has no idea I am here. I *love* this part, lying in wait to emerge at the least convenient time. When I do, victim will be racking her brain to work out if she’d finally succumbed to the cold her boyfriend has been nursing for 2 weeks, or if that baby sneezing…

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  • Social Media ≠ Customer Service


      Last Wednesday I flew into Heathrow’s Terminal 5 (the international part) and knowing I would need a SIM card for my US phone, purchased one from a vending machine. Over the next two days I attempted to use the new SIM card in two different phones.  I even called the T-Mobile helpline. I was…

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  • A love letter to the women of Seattle


    To my dear friends, Simply, I will miss you. I have been here four years and one month, and in that time you have become not only my friends but my sisters, my colleagues, my collaborators, my mentors, my conscience, my champions, my co-conspirators, my comediennes, my artists, my strength, my wisdom, my vision and…

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  • The Last Year


    1986: Perth, Australia My last year of high school was a doozy. I triumphed, I failed, I succumbed to fear, I overcame fear, I surprised myself, I surprised others and I made it through. It was 1/17 of my life – and it was 27 years ago – but I remember it more clearly than…

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  • 2012 in review


    The WordPress.com stats helpers prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog. Here’s an excerpt: 600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 2,800 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 5 years to get that…

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  • I dreamed a dream…


    To say that I was looking forward to seeing Les Miserable in the cinema is an understatement.  An excitable theater geek, I knew that I would be blown away by Tom Hooper’s screen  adaptation of this much-beloved musical, particularly with Hugh Jackman at the helm of the impressive cast. Alas, I was not blown away. …

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  • New Year’s Absolutions 2013


    Two years ago, I wrote a post exonerating myself from the resolutions I would typically expect myself to make at the start of a new year. For some reason I skipped this step at the start of this 2012, but as we approach 2013, I revisit the idea of absolving myself of things that are…

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