I don't believe the plastic bags under the kitchen bench have consciousness. But I could believe it of the exquisite old wooden table on which I type.Read More
My Aboriginal grandfather didn’t want to be buried in a graveyard with a headstone after he died. “Put me up in a tree,” he said, “Like the old people did.”
“They put dead bodies up in a tree?” I was incredulous.
There are those who use the old names in the pursuit of a misguided principle — that English speakers have a right to hegemony, to be the unquestioned namers of everything on the Australian islands.Read More
We came on late notice, told that Claudia’s mother was dying. She nearly died a few times during her hospital admission. The doctor was quietly astonished when we agreed to take her home to care for her there.Read More
For the first time in over two years, there will be no blog post today, following a death in our family.
I expect to be back with you when the next post is due in a fortnight.
Thanks for your continuing love and support.
“She walked into the shop and started taking all the Coca-Cola out. I knew what she was doing and so did everyone else, but the shop-owner. He had no idea. He just saw profit coming off the shelf, literally."
“She was throwing it out into the street.”Read More
She was psychologically worn down, too -- expected to drink with guests, entertain them and be entertained by them. The bar staff helped by hiding the alcoholic drinks clients bought for her.Read More
I began to think Terrible Thoughts. I knew that pesticides were poison. As a flame in my throat flared with each breath or swallow, I became convinced that I had accidentally inhaled a toxic dose of the insect spray.Read More