Life can be crappy. Not only does it throw curveballs, sometimes it throws cricket balls right at your face. Bang! When you're not even looking. What I like about the idea of resilience is that you don't have to be born with it. It's not like my inability to ever be tall. I will never … Continue reading Creative Resilience
Category: This is me…
Easter in the Subtopics
The meaning of holidays - or holy days - like Easter has changed and will continue to changes and so it should. Most people know that Easter was a Spring Equinox festival. Eostre was a goddess of renewal and spring. Eggs were a symbol of new life and the promise of spring after the harsh … Continue reading Easter in the Subtopics
Contemplating New Beginnings
I get quite contemplative at New Years. I find myself considering the failures and joys of the previous year and planning and enthusing about the potential of the following year which seems full of fresh possibilities and new beginnings. New Years has come to symbolise parties, fireworks and perhaps hangovers. But January, the month in … Continue reading Contemplating New Beginnings
Tears and Floppy Disks.
My son is a computer programmer. He contends he is better at computers than me because he ‘grew up with them’. What young people don’t understand is that rather than growing up with computers, computers grew up with me. We are siblings. That is why I am 'good' at computers. I was in my last … Continue reading Tears and Floppy Disks.
The first Anzac biscuit recipe
I do like an old handwritten recipe. I think baking something from an old handwritten recipe is to personally connect across time. Most people know that during WWI Anzac biscuits were baked in Australia and New Zealand and sent to men serving overseas. The ingredients were easy to come by, they were easy to cook, … Continue reading The first Anzac biscuit recipe
This is me…
On Friday I said to my daughter, "Take all this nail polish, I will never in my whole entire life ever paint my nails again." Sunday night I painted my nails. Over the next two days, I have picked at my nails and they look like old paint peeling walls. I am like an 8-year-old … Continue reading This is me…