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On National Sorry Day, I saw the news that a mining company had blown up a 46,000 year old Indigenous site in Juukan Gorge in the Pilbara region of Western Australia. Let that sink in for a moment. A site that showed signs of human occupation dating back FORTY. SIX. THOUSAND. YEARS. Even in the…

There’s a lot of repetition these days. In the circling walks that are my only outing, in the routines of baking and cooking and limited shopping, in the merging of weekdays into weekends. I find myself in the same place I was yesterday, and the day before that, and the day before that, much more…

So, I’ve always written. I have boxes of embarrassing journals, which I’ll never be able to re-read without wincing – earnest, pretentious little missives that did their best to make sense of the world around me. They did that, too, in spite of their awfulness. But other things, too – stories, poems ranging from excruciating…

The other day, I got ready to go out for my morning iso-walk, which doubles as my writing-thinking-time. It was a pink-smeared morning full of birdsong. The coffee had been good, the kids had been sweetly excited about returning to ‘school’ and seeing friends on the screen, we’d discovered our first ever passionfruit flower on…

It’s a funny old time, right now. I don’t want to mither on about how difficult it is, with no social contact and not being able to see – let alone HUG – loved ones. We all know that, only too well, and there are many people in a much worse situation than me. I…