THE DYSLEXIC BRAIN

Here’s yet another brainy thing to be aware about because dum dum de dum, OCTOBER IS DYSLEXIA AWARENESS MONTH! Woo-hoo!!! (send in that confetti and SFX that people can do on their smart phones and I did once or twice by accident but can’t remember how). So here I am, making you aware. I have necessarily been hyper-aware of dyslexia over the last few years, since it was revealed that […]

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HARTZ AGAINST BRAIN CANCER

I have something vitally important  to say about the brain. Brains – as miraculous, wonderful and incredible as they are – can’t speak for themselves, so I am compelled to speak for them. Brains get cancer.  Brains are a lot uglier than boobs but that doesn’t mean we should ignore brain cancer research.  November is walk for brain cancer month and so I am going to walk up a mountain […]

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NOSTALGIA

I am  a sentimental old fool. I never shun an opportunity for a decent wallow in nostalgia. Since the departure of both my grannies, this predilection for  wistful yearning has grown. The house is punctuated with bits and pieces inherited from my grandmothers (and by punctuated, I mean the sort of punctuation designed for pause –  commas, semi-colons and full-stops. I can’t walk along the hallway without having to stop […]

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Whingey Wednesday

I’m regularly disillusioned about things on a Tuesday morning. I blame ABC’s Four Corners on Monday nights. This week the disillusionment has leached into Wednesday. Last week it was the terrible reality that there is a rogue black market for the dumping of shitloads of rubbish in the Hawskbury region of NSW. Also that it’s far cheaper to buy new glass products than to recycle glass, and that there are […]

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HELLO…

(…it’s me. I was wondering if after all this time you’d like to meet; to go over everything…) SORRY for having not been in touch for an extended time. I haven’t even popped in to to leave a little silly ditty or a scrap of pathetic poetry. I do have an excuse, but I can’t reveal yet what it is. Let’s just call it a project (Ah what’s she up […]

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My Place in Space

My ten year olds are doing a project called, “My Place in Space”. Helping them with their research has served me up a big dose of ‘cosmic vertigo’, which is (according to the ABC Radio podcast of the same name) “that dizzy felling you get when you think about the incomprehensible scale of space”. It could also be described as having your mind blown. I remember that the infinite scale […]

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RESCUE DISTANCE EXCEEDED

Samanta Shweblin is the writer of an acclaimed short novel called Distancia de Rescate, the translation of which (renamed Fever Dream) has recently been longlisted for the Booker. ‘Distancia de Rescate’ translates to ‘Rescue Distance’, a term Samanta invented to describe the variable safe distance between a mother and child. I haven’t read the book yet (I may not ever, it sounds terrifying) but I immediately identify with rescue distance. […]

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Missing Blue

I know we love our dog. But then he goes missing and I really know we love our dog. And then while I’m trudging up the hill in the dark trying not to be futile with a torch, I accidentally think about how much we loved our dog. And the past tense clumps in my throat and comes out in a little dark and lonely hillside sob. It was just another Saturday evening: […]

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La La Laaaaaaa

I saw some teenagers being cruel to a woman in the street. They made horrible comments, laughed and jeered and then turned away without a second thought. She was middle aged, wearing a gold bomber jacket and her hair was a brilliant who-gives-a-fuck orange frizz. She was shorter than my ten year olds and her hands were clenched in little angry fists. But her face betrayed a dismay and embarrassment […]

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