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Crushing and Pressing

It is nearing the end of Autumn and the weather should be turning cold but it is Fremantle, Western Australia. The sun does not disappoint. We need the rain. We will have to wait. So in the mean timeā€¦ Lee … Continue reading

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Gorgeous Boys into Good Men

It is Tuesday afternoon in the middle of May. Time to collect the boy from the entrance of the Fremantle Arts Centre where we meet after school. I am always early and I look at my phone while I wait … Continue reading

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An Old Diary…Part 2

One of the sisters has flown home across the continent. They can’t be much further apart and still on the same land mass. Still. The sisters are sisters. She stayed for the garage sale. Perhaps they made enough to cover … Continue reading

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Fairy Bread

Even though Jasper is turning ten and has grown up in so many ways, he still wants fairy bread for his birthday party. As he is leaving out the door, on his way to school, I ask him what food … Continue reading

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Are Montessori kids weird?

When you write a blog and you check your statistics you can see how people ended up on your site. You can see a list of search engine terms readers put into Google to end up pecking thechookhouse floor. Like … Continue reading

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Dutch Doll

She has white blonde hair. Once she owned a red felt hat, but it has long gone. An arm is missing and a peg, for a wind-up key that no longer exists, pokes painfully from her moulded plastic spine. She … Continue reading

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Changing Schools

Yesterday was the first day of the school year and Jasper had gone off in the car with his father to his school where he has gone since he was three years old. At three he was blonder and rounder … Continue reading

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Summer in the Seventies

The summer holiday of our childhood is bursting with the beach. An easterly blowing. The blue, flat and calm. The sand already blistering. White hot. We arrive when a car park in the shade of the Norfolks is easy to … Continue reading

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Young Guns

What is it about Boys and Guns? So much pleasure from the finding of sticks that look and feel like guns. They scramble the dunes looking for the best bits of driftwood to make the most perfect revolver. The wood … Continue reading

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Rottnest Recollections

Jasper – skinny, ribby, already sun burnt by the weakened sun on the first day. Out under cloudy skies there is beach cricket. Wobbly driftwood for stumps. Rashies stretched to knee length dresses. Then a strange rain shower. Never before … Continue reading

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