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Winter in Canberra has ground everything to a halt. That’s what it feels like, anyhow. July has come early and July is Canberra’s bad month. When the bad month hits it doesn’t matter how much there is to write about, … Continue reading
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It’s January 14, midway through the wintry month, 8 days past Epiphany, my day for recognizing increasing light exposure. This is also the time I start parting the spontaneous mulch from my Empress tree and begin to look for hellebores. … Continue reading
What is your earliest memory? Mine is from when I was somewhere between two and three years old. I’ve heard that it’s unusual to remember anything that early. So I’m unusual: when my mother was still alive I asked her … Continue reading
In a post a while back, a friend talked about the intensity of a childhood read. I could relate to that. The post caused me to recollect my first encounter with Enid Blyton, when … Continue reading
When I was 19 a student journalist asked me to contribute to an article she was writing on people’s most embarrassing moments. I wasn’t sure why she’d asked me but had a feeling that some people had the impression that … Continue reading