Christmas in the campervan

Christmas in the campervan

Christmas, eh? I guess like most people who grow up with Christmas as a cultural marker I’ve had a fluctuating relationship with it. I have loved it (waterfights with cousins, yay!), I have scorned it with the scorn of a world-weary, uber-cynic who is only there...
The Campervan

The Campervan

When I was growing up our family camped, first in a tent and then in a camper-trailer that we bought secondhand on a day trip from Port Pirie to Adelaide. I remember that trip well because that morning I woke with a headache that felt like I was having knives stabbed...
Taking off

Taking off

The Floppy Adolescent is about to start year twelve, and it occurred to us that this summer might be the last school holidays that we have a chance to take a holiday together. The mister has started a new job so doesn’t have any leave accumulated but his office...
A lot of capsules and many vials too

A lot of capsules and many vials too

This is part of an installation at the British Museum. It’s Cradle to Grave by Pharmacopoeia. The work shows a lifetime’s supply of prescribed drugs, using composites to create drug narratives for one man and one woman. The work excludes over-the-counter...
Visit to Sharjah

Visit to Sharjah

I loved that green scarf my eldest boy had wrapped around his waist in that photograph. It was soft to touch, the creases fell out of it, and it matched nearly everything in my wardrobe. I took it with me whenever I left the house and it nearly always ended up wrapped...
Coffee

Coffee

This is the story of how I know you cannot have an orgasm simply from drinking coffee. Once upon a time yesterday morning everything went wrong starting from the moment when I got out of bed at 4.50 am to get a floppy adolescent to swimming training on the other side...