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fifty-three (The girl who gets gifts from birds)

Today’s guest post is by Elizabeth Kasmer. I met Liz a few years ago, when she first started working on the manuscript of a beautiful Young Adult manuscript called ‘Aurora’. I’m still waiting (impatiently!) for her to finish the novel and find a publisher, but in the meantime I’m delighted to … Continue reading

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Review of Australian Fiction/The Nature of Things

Guess what! The latest issue of the Review of Australian Fiction features a brand new story by Jessica White, and another by me. Jessica is a country girl from New South Wales who, at just four years of age, lost most of her hearing due to meningitis. Being a determined little girl, she refused to … Continue reading

Filed under : Miscellaneous Ramblings
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fifty-two (the craft of loneliness)

Some afternoons I would sit on the back deck and do nothing for so long that the light would fall out of the world. There is a moment, unfixable, between day and night, when you still believe you can see the wrens darting about. But then the light is truly gone, … Continue reading

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Little Miss Muffet

Little Miss Muffet Sat on a tuffet Eating her curds and whey; Along came a spider, Who sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffet away. The first printed version of ‘Little Miss Muffet’ appeared in a book of nursery rhymes published in 1805, though one old rumour has it that … Continue reading

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Bragging (not so ‘umble)

Guess what? Rupetta got a favourable mention in The Washington Post. In a fabulous article by Alyssa Rosenberg called ‘20 ways to fix Hollywood’s woman problems‘ (no, the answer is not that Rupetta will DESTROY THE JOINT). This is super double awesome because two years ago today I was in York, in … Continue reading

Filed under : Mechanical Women , On Writing , Rupetta
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fifty-one (red)

Over the weeks leading up to my mother’s death, I went out into the orchard each night and trained myself to see in the dark. This was at her insistence. A training I at first refused. Initially, the only things I could see were shadows. I navigated by scent and memory. This is the … Continue reading

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The New Mother

This post is about the perils of being naughty, and of new mothers. And baking. It begins with a strange tale, drifts off into a discussion of sourdough starters (or ‘mothers’) and then documents our adventures with creating a new mother. Lucy Clifford and The New Mother Lucy Clifford (1846-1929) wrote … Continue reading

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Melting Moments

This is the first in a series of regular posts I’m planning under the ‘Baking with Boo’ category. Each weekend I’ll post a little something about our adventures in the kitchen. With piccies and recipes. We started our little baking on Sunday ritual after getting hooked on the Great British Bake-Off, … Continue reading

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On reading ‘All My Puny Sorrows’ by Miriam Toews

SPOILER ALERT: This long ramble about Miriam Toews’ All My Puny Sorrows includes a discussion of the book’s ending. You can safely read right up till the ‘spoiler alert’ graphic. Also, the book (and my ramblings about reading it) includes discussions of suicide. Just sayin’. 🙂 I belong to a … Continue reading

Filed under : On Living , On Reading
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