(on creativity & contribution, Part 1) Mt Crawford Forest, Adelaide Hills My new favourite place is the Mt Crawford Forest. My family and I ‘discovered’ it during the recent lockdown and consequently found ourselves returning there every few days: It’s a beautiful place, stuff your Narnia-dreams are made of. Closed to traffic, it was so … Continue reading What if I’m not special? The myth of individuality
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“Sorry that I’ve haven’t been too happy recently”; On 20 years without Dad.
Lance Neville Gladigau. Circa 197-Awesome I have a very specific memory of my Dad just a few weeks before he died in 2000. He and I were home alone, and he was working in his office. I can easily picture him in that room: surrounded by timber panelling, in a desk he made himself, made … Continue reading “Sorry that I’ve haven’t been too happy recently”; On 20 years without Dad.
On collective grief & confession; the lament.
Solomon’s Room. 445am. It’s 445am and Solomon is feeding. He’s not settling. Which is fine. I mean I’d prefer to be asleep, of course. But it's ok. I’ll sit here longer and feed. I’ve got nowhere else to be. I can sit here longer and rock on my chair. I’ve started reading The Handmaid’s Tale. … Continue reading On collective grief & confession; the lament.
On choosing laundry tiles and anxiety attacks
About 18 months ago my husband and I were in the latter stages of our house build. After 2 years we were finally coming up to the point that for many is an exciting stage: bathrooms & wet areas. Unfortunately for me however, this is a nightmare scenario. Bathrooms mean fixtures. Sinks. Toilets. And the … Continue reading On choosing laundry tiles and anxiety attacks
Allowing the Ferment: Or, what Kombucha has annoyingly taught me about the process of reflection
Kombucha. What a millennial marketing dream. "Look guys, here’s a drink that is homemade and environmentally conscious and healthy but also feel free to buy it from us and feel so much better than everyone else when you drink it." Many of you will know Kombucha devotees who preach about its benefits to everyone and … Continue reading Allowing the Ferment: Or, what Kombucha has annoyingly taught me about the process of reflection
Can you advocate for me?
So you've had an illness for some weeks now. Maybe it's a cough, maybe it's a headache that just won't go away no matter how many pills you pop, maybe it's your kid who has had 17 ear infections in the past year. So you go to the doctor, perhaps again. You can't get into … Continue reading Can you advocate for me?
Police Never Die, or What Boney M Taught Me About Christmas
So here's a Christmas story for you. Growing up, every year we would pick up our highly anticipated real Christmas tree from our local church and put it on the roof of our mini, then my dad would carefully arrange the tree in an old oil can with piece of bricks to stabilise it. We … Continue reading Police Never Die, or What Boney M Taught Me About Christmas
its been a year…
This is Joan She loved to travel She was a lefty She was an incredible teacher She liked to abbreviate, almost to the point of being compltly illgbl She sang the lullaby “oranges and lemons” to my sister and I when we were going to sleep She loved going out with friends for dinner, especially … Continue reading its been a year…
“let this be written…”
So you’ve heard that we live in postmodernity? Wrong. I’m here to tell you today that we live in a world of over-articulation.* It’s true. Well, perhaps I do and the rest of you live in that postmodernity land. The access to social media and the opportunity to blog and the fact that I’m a … Continue reading “let this be written…”
how to avoid giving your child a ridiculous name.
I am not a mother. I am, however, a godmother, friend, sister, and possibly will be in the parent category someday. In light of this, I hold grave concerns for many children who are born from those in our generation who think it is ok to name their child a ridiculous name. It is NOT … Continue reading how to avoid giving your child a ridiculous name.
Better With Pockets 