I was allowed to stand above the patient's head to see his heart and lungs working while the doctors and nurses worked on him. I stood as still as I could, afraid I might fall in.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.