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I am 34 years old now, 9 years from the age my mother died and 18 years from the age that my father died. Of course, I’m cognisant that getting old is far preferable to the alternative that my parents didn’t get to experience. And really, in this modern time, 34 is still young, 40 [...]
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I can not, by any stretch of the imagination, claim to be particularly street wise. However, I do appreciate good street art. I’ve seen this guy in a couple of places now.
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I’m at uni today, to finish off my literature review. It’s the quiet end of the semester – like me, those who are here, are here to get things done.
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My darling children, I hope that I’m around long enough to see you go to your first rally or protest. More to the point, I hope that I can raise you to believe in the power of such events and their inherent worth. This rally was about fair pay for fair work – people employed [...]
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I was standing here, about to get in my car to go home after work one day. Willow was quite young, about 10 months old. Now, I am not sure if it was a premonition or just a fleeting thought, but I imagined a son. A little boy for me. It was about another 18 [...]
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In case you can’t see it, the little yellow sticker says WORRYING. As in, stop worrying.
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I’m trying to make feijoa jam. I might end up up stewed feijoa though! Our Family Day Care lady gave them to us, along with a couple of lemons, which I also used in the jam. I’ve never eaten one before, so I hope they taste nice! Ok, so it has turned into more of [...]
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