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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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Adorn
A parcel from my favourite clothes shop – Karma East – drops in my letterbox. Tearing it open, I reveal a print fabric bag that conceals a vibrant dress that delights my
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The Wise and Sparkly Older Gang
Do you ever get concerned about ageing? Do you slather on the anti-wrinkle creams, hoping to preserve your youthful appearance? Perhaps you choose and edit your photos with care, accepting only those
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Reinventing Ourselves
When I was younger, I often came home from social gatherings and replayed conversations in my head. Did I talk too much? Had I sounded silly? I’d wish I could go back
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The Biscuit
The man drops his hard-backed novel onto the table next to ours, unzips his jacket and pulls out his arms. Noticing his inside-out shirt, he strides with legs slightly wide to the
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Grand
On the fourth last day of autumn, I think: what am I going to do today? Stay inside away from the chilly wind and continue proofreading my third Angels novel? Every time
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All Over Again
On the second last day of the year Gemma-Rose invites Andy and me to have breakfast with her. We drive into town to a favourite cafe where, after scanning the QR code
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The Dawn Tree
My daughter Imogen pushes the large cardboard box marked Christmas decorations, across the carpet towards the naked tree. Charlotte and Gemma-Rose appear, and the three girls take turns dipping into the box.
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The Call
As the sun is rising on this cool spring Saturday morning, I hear the carol bird calling. Whoop! Whoop! The notes cut through the air, insistent, demanding attention. My heart listens, and
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Impossible Hope
When I was a child, my grandmother – the maternal one – arrived from England for a visit. And when she left, inside her suitcase, sandwiched between her dresses and nighties was
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Our Two Weddings
Many years ago, on a wet Friday afternoon, I waited with several other white-dressed brides in the foyer of a registry office, for the moment when a few words and a legal
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The Final Word
As Kerri fastens a voluptuous black cape around my neck, she tells me that I’m her first client since she returned from maternity leave. I feel fortunate. I like my hairdresser, and
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Coffee Hands
When Sophie returns to the car after going to her physiotherapy appointment, she suggests we have lunch together, instead of driving straight home. A few minutes later, we’re sanitising our hands at
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The Last Laugh
Sitting on the sofa under my soft fleecy blanket, safe in my bubble, I read the latest news and discover that a second wave of covid-19 is about to hit our state.
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