Him: Mum can we go now? I don’t understand this and I feel like my brain is going to malfunction. Me: You’re not supposed to understand it. You’re supposed to engage with it visually and let the image wash over you. Him: No. You are supposed to get the information from the image. Not by […]
“You can’t trust the media. They will always tell you bad things,” our 12 year old told me one night. “No they don’t,” I defended. “Seriously mum. Would you be interested in a story of dogs playing with butterflies or some war somewhere that is killing millions of people?” “Dogs playing with butterflies.” “No you […]
Me: Come on. Let’s go. Things to do. Movies to see. Him: Mum I’m on holidays. You’re not supposed to move when you’re on holidays. I managed to drag him off the couch and push him out the door without too much fuss. It was a cute movie. For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday!
Here we go again. I thought I had left that nomadic life behind me. I thought I had finally settled. I married, had a son and made this country my home. I was ready to put down roots. I didn’t expect my husband to say he wanted to move. I didn’t expect he’d one day […]
I know a little boy. He is not like the others. He likes clapping and stomping his feet. At times during class, he would lie down and stare through the tiny gap between the door and the floor to see the world on the other side. The first time I met him he wouldn’t hold […]
It takes courage to do something different. To step outside what your family or your community expect of you. Tonight I saw a play about a woman who is defying her community to carve out a safe space for Afghan women. Her name is Maryam and for about an hour I sat there, in a […]
John Olsen is an Australian artist. Born in Newcastle in the 1920s, he should be well into his nineties by now. Olsen’s work, Five Bells, was the first piece of artwork my son recognised and tried to explain to me when we visited the Art Gallery of New South Wales. He was six years old […]
My family. On warm days we would lounge outside on the couch watching television. About another month to go before my husband comes back from his overseas job and we can be together again. Via the Daily Post Photo Challenge #63: Together
I went to a combined public school music concert last week. Our son was playing the cello this time. Not the double bass. At the final day of rehearsal, our boy forgot to take his instrument to school. He said he had to sit there and just listen. We were both a little nervous on […]
The beach at sunrise. It’s one of my great pleasures. There is a group of us who often go for a sunrise walk to greet the weekend. We talk about the people we love. We support each other through the good and not so good stuff. It is a joy to meet up regularly and […]
I was asked recently to share my experience of volunteering. And it led me to this post. I have never been politically active. I was always happy to stay in my lane. But when the Government cut Support Services to people who had no country, no home, traumatised by conflict and persecution, my heart broke. […]
We were out and about in Chatswood campaigning. It was part of my fellowship program. Sweet kid. He wore the campaign t-shirt and manned the stall for a little bit because he loves me. And because he knew it was important. For Debbie’s Six Word Saturday!