Forgive me, I’m about to get nostalgic. It’s been four years since my family moved to Melbourne. Back then, the kids looked like this: (Yes, I gave birth to that head.) Now they are a feisty pint-sized 8 year…
After yesterday’s post, Animal People, the theme continues. And then I woke up… might be notorious as the cheesiest, easiest ending to a story but last night my five-year-old son gave it more pathos than I thought possible. …
I hope Charlotte Wood won’t mind if I borrow the title of her brilliant new novel for this post. It was some kind of magic that I happened to be reading it when the events I’m about to describe occurred…
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