Category: Everyday Moments
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Things Find Their Way
Mother’s Day is approaching in Australia. My Mum has a few physical challenges now yet remains almost as alert as she was at 60, when she was working as an accountant. I live some 450 kilometres away and only travel to the big smoke about every six months, during which time I spend most days…
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When It Was Time to Go
There is a moment, if you are willing to stay, when death becomes very simple. Not easy, but clear. My father was infirm toward the end. In the weeks leading up to his passing, his partner Elizabeth and I shared time with him quietly and steadily. We were not trying to change anything. We were…
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Less, and Still Here
I was standing over a pot of poaching water after about eighteen hours of doing things that don’t announce themselves. The garden had been watered and fertilised, words had been written, and the website, for a brief and shining moment, had behaved. I like my poached eggs with a splash of apple cider vinegar. Old…
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Fifty Shades of WordPress
The footer was innocent. The template was guilty. I am, by all reasonable measures, an amateur website builder. All I wanted to do was put a few books into the world. A small website, a few pages, a quiet little library where the writing could live. Originally I built the site using one of those…
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Where Creation Actually Lives
This morning it happened in the garden, not at the desk, not in thought, not in reflection. I reached for the roses, long-stemmed and deeply red, carrying the unmistakable scent of a rose that hasn’t been bred to survive distance. Before colour or form registered, the scent arrived first, and it stopped me. Red roses…