The other day was “Daughter’s Day”( Hashtag)and the Internet, Instagram, in particular, was full of mother-daughter father/ daughter photos in soft focus. Never knew there was a Daughter’s Day but I’ll embrace it- though probably without any photos as my two daughters shy away from posed family portraits and yell, ” Do Not Tag Us.” I respect their privacy – though they’re active on Facebook and therefore gave up all rights to privacy years ago. I wonder how folk like India Hicks, Reese Witherspoon and others who have kids the same age as mine persuade their teenagers to feature their photos on their blogs/social media. India and Reese’s persuasive powers are better than mine no doubt. Continue reading “Daughters”
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Soundtracks of our lives
My mother’s voice and the pierce of Dad’s whistle are what I remember. Singing old Australian bush songs with Dad out in the car, songs that I will teach to my own children decades later. Hearing my kids singing Camptown Races, The Long Long Trail and The Road to Gundagai shows the importance of the continuity of the small things and the passing down of memories from one generation to the next. Continue reading “Soundtracks of our lives”
A hint of cauliflower cheese, a cat and a Melbourne demon ( A sports report)
The Irish bar I’m in smells of cauliflower cheese and I’m about to start watching the Super Bowl in New York City. Continue reading “A hint of cauliflower cheese, a cat and a Melbourne demon ( A sports report)”
The hands of the hairdresser
We all have that special someone in our lives. Our partners, our children, our friends, and our pets. But for me, there is no more special person than my hairdresser. Continue reading “The hands of the hairdresser”
Coming home
The death knell of the holiday begins as the taxi from the airport takes the exit ramp on to Bell street.
