The first time I cook a turkey is a week before my mother dies.
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The Power of a good hug
We all know the rules of social distancing in these Covid times. The idea of masking up and the importance of doing the right thing.
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On New Year’s Eve, I sit on the bank of the Murrumbidgee River with my friend, Em. She slaps and curses at the mosquitoes buzzing around her ankles. A fish jumps in the middle of the river and a mopoke hoots its mournful cry. Our hurricane lamp is a beacon for moths. Our warm champagne tastes silky smooth and sweet in the darkness as we toast in 1985. Continue reading “Mum”
