Intuitive in the mode of passion
The Blog of Dr. Janelle Trees
'I’ve never been afraid of sharks. They are among the most elegant swimmers in the ocean.There are some exceptions. The Great White has got a face that only a mother could love.'
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.
My friend sounded like some kind of bitter extremist. Even if I knew she was right, she was spoiling our fun.
We’d pull up in the middle of the road to talk to other people driving their cars around, in case something happened.
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.
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.
Broome was the first place I saw hot pink frangipanis – their perfume swelling up in the waves of midday heat
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.
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