Sydney 1970: An alcoholic father, Clyde, a drunk and moody mother, Violet and two younger siblings kept Terri, the eldest kid in the family, busy.
Clyde and Violet went mental with the freedoms of the1960’s and abandoned their post as parents. Clyde is a reckless drunk who thinks he is a gold medal Olympian. Violet is a sex-crazed goddess who could give Elizabeth Taylor a run for her money.
Dad snores on the lounge in his underpants while I watch ‘It’s a Wonderful Life’ from the floor. It isn’t though, it isn’t a wonderful life, not at all.’ Blisteringly honest & searingly raw, Terri Campbell takes us on the brutal journey of growing up in the 70s in Sydney’s western suburbs as a flat-chested chicken-legged kid with vicious parents addicted to booze and pills; where dogs make babies by giving each other a piggyback and Santa arrives on the back of John from next door’s ute. Not for the faint-hearted. This is the story of survival of a kid who thinks she’s fucking nothing, whose only real friend is a tree and how love and hate are two sides of the same coin.
–Ali whitelock, the lactic acid in the calves of your despair.
Some memoirs make you laugh; others make you cry. Terri Campbell’s story will make you do both-and shake your head with wonder. A uniquely Australian tale, beautifully written, with bone-tingling honesty.
-Tim Ayliffe Author of, The enemy within.
They say you can take the girl out of Mt Druitt but you can never take Mt Druitt out of the girl. Perhaps they’re right. Resilience was easy to develop in 1960s Sydney. Under the baking sun, the violent summer storms and the frigid winters, we worked out who we were, without the input of our parents.
I have Undergraduate and Postgraduate degrees in Psychology which allows me to work as a Life Coach. My passion, along with writing is visual arts and I have the pleasure to mentor young artists. Today I live south of Sydney, on a beautiful strip of coast called the Grand Pacific Drive.
I share my home with my husband, a lifetime collection of books, musical instruments, art and a dog named Suki. Most days you will find me in my studio, painting, or at my desk writing. If not look for me at the water's edge, you will find me sitting quietly watching the horizon as I let my unburdened child’s mind imagine all sorts of wonderful things......terriacampbell