Monthly Archives: July 2015
When I moved to my new home near Pomona, after a few weeks, I had a few Kookaburras visiting me and then the number grew to seven. However I started to notice that one Kookaburra seemed to be an outcast. It never ate when the others ate, but sat in a nearby tree. After they had all flown away it would come and sit on the veranda railing and in a few days it let me feed it little bits…..
Everyone is talking about Australian Pro-surfer Mick Fanning and his shark encounter. Now today a recreational scallop diver has been killed by what is understood to be a great white shark, off Tasmania’s east coast. Horrific for his daughter who was with him. Years ago, when my youngest son Lee was a teenager, we were staying at Coolum Beach on the Sunshine Coast. It was early morning and my husband and I sat in our car watching our son surf. Suddenly my husband…..
I am a country woman. I grew up on an island in the Hauraki Gulf, in New Zealand. My family were hunter-gatherers. We were cash poor, and lived off the land. We gathered mushrooms and blackberries. Caught fish and crayfish. Picked oysters and mussels from the rocks. Our father hunted rabbits. I did feel sorry for the rabbits, but for many years rabbit was the only meat we ate. Dad grew all our vegetables and the property we rented had…..
I have always written – I have been a scribbler since I was eight years old. At the age of eight I read the story of Bambi. I cried when Bambi’s mother was shot by a hunter. I rewrote the story of Bambi and gave it a happy ending. I told Little-friend-Susan I had written a book. “What is it called?” asked Susan. “Bambi,” I reply. I was too young to have heard of plagiarism. My uncle sent us a…..
When my husband died in June, 2012, I rang the daughter I had to relinquish in 1966, to tell her that her birth father had passed. Straight away she started saying, “Why did you adopt me out? Why did you have two more children and keep them?” I had told her my story many times in the twenty years we had been reunited, but I had not told her every detail. It was embarrassing to say ‘Your father was a…..
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