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One Molecule at a Time
I ask, “Watch the movie or read the book? Which one do you prefer doing first?” Imogen replies without hesitating, “Read the book.” Then she adds, “Unless the book is based on
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The Spark
I gave up crying, petitioning, begging, “What am I meant to do?” Exhausted by the struggle, I stopped fighting, rolled on my back and rode the waves, content to go wherever the
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The Woman Chain
Just over a year ago, I was in a dark place. The world had returned to normal after covid, but I was finding it hard to shrug off the effects of being
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True Love
I was attracted to the novel The Hundred Loves of Juliet when I realised it was a Romeo and Juliet book: After a bad breakup, Helene Janssen runs away to Alaska to find some peace
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Silence and Slow
The other day, I listened to a podcast conversation between Fr Mike Schmitz and Matt Fradd. Matt said something like, “I’ve been telling people I went to Sydney to give some talks,
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Waiting and Creating
“If art doesn’t make us better,” Alice Walker said, “what on earth is it for?” I found these words in Claire Cook’s book, Life Glows On. My sister, Barbie, gave me this
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Delightfully Slow
The other day, my husband, Andy, and I offered to pick up my mother, who’d been away on holiday, from the train station and take her and her heavy luggage home. Arriving
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Getting Older, Feeling Lost
Gabrielle is having a crisis: she’s lost her top notes. How will she resume her career as a famous opera singer if her voice isn’t what it used to be? What will
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Smoke
This morning, I inhaled the scent of summer, even though we’re barely into spring and our recent temperatures have been rib-shivering winter-cold. As I left our house, and turned towards the bush
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Love Unchanging
At 7:20 am every Sunday, we file through our front door, open and slam car doors, buckle seat belts and ignite cold engines that have been idle overnight. We drive, two cars
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Love Blooms
Early on Mother’s Day morning, when I turned on the living room light, a magnificent bouquet of flowers appeared out of the dark. I wondered who had arranged the flowers and left
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Fashion Selfie
A few days ago, I tore off the wrappings of a Mother’s Day parcel to reveal a gorgeous green cardigan crocheted by my daughter Imogen. With a grin, I held it up
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Mother Joy
We ordered egg and bacon rolls and coffee for six – Andy and I and four of our grown-up kids – then took our food to the empty food court – the
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