When my dad retired from his job as a high school science and IT teacher, he’d been a teacher for about twenty-five years. He was a good teacher. Thoug…
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Last week some time I dreamt that Dominic and I were ‘taking care’ of the Nobel Laureate J.M. Coetzee. In this dream, the great writer had been duped o…
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This weekend I cancelled my Greek lesson (sorry Paraskevi!) and read a self-help book (thanks Harriet Lerner!) and a couple of the devastating incest n…
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A tube arrived in the mail the other day. I hoped it would be something colourful sent by a friend with artistic merit, but instead—I opened it and hoo…
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Last night’s dream: It’s a global pandemic. An actual mysterious fast-acting, fast-killing illness. In this pandemic, there is more mucus more blood mo…
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What speaks to us, seemingly, is always the big event, the untoward, the extra-ordinary: the front-page splash, the banner headlines. Railway trains on…
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Today I was a part of Arts House’s Makeshift Digital Gathering. A zoom thing. 75 participants, four presenters, and a host - the brilliant Mish Grigor.…
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Grim entries from my diaries, aged 25, 2013.
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Just now, just twenty minutes before I sat down to write to you, I found a twenty dollar note on the street. I saw the red note, just there, stupid, na…
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Being a person with highly specific needs, or even minor needs, can be exhausting. Not only for the people around you, who may have ‘ideas’ about what …
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'Bowls'
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In the nineteen nineties, when I was a child and had no autonomy over my food choices, it was very edgy for white, Anglo people my father’s age to say,…
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