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made for stompin' and stridin'

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I noticed my walk the other day. It used to be a no-nonsense, purposeful stride — but sometime over the past (how many?) years, it's degenerated. I could attribute some of it to motherhood: walking with an infant, and now a toddler, is hardly an exercise in speed. And there's been the social isolation of […]

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end of an era

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After two years, today saw me return to the world of gainful corporate employment. Last night, the prospect was paralysing. After all, the world at large hadn't been put on hold these past years, even if mine had. Would I remember how to do my job? Would that even matter, given the significant changes in […]

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kemst þó hægt fari

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Sitting in the type of weather I perfectly hate: muggy, unmoving air, thick with plump mosquitos; and all I can think is: I miss Iceland. This is the black-sand beach where Jökulsárlón, the glacial lagoon fed by Vatnajökull, empties its iceberg shards into the Atlantic Ocean. The day I visited it was bitterly cold, hanging […]

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i hate it when she cries

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The Queen Is Dead, by Luke Chueh

Don't check on her for ten minutes. Listen to her — is she crying up? Or down? Even if she's crying up, leave her for at least five minutes, all babies need five minutes of crying to get themselves to sleep. Except those that don't. All babies learn to fall asleep by themselves between 3-6 […]

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honesty vs openness

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Death Tarot, by Stephanie Pui-Mun Law

I've been thinking, lately, about honesty and openness, and how that pertains to my blog. I am always honest; I am not necessarily always entirely open. That should be no surprise. This blog is a public space, and I aspire to behave professionally in public spaces, so I don't, for example, allow myself to be […]

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bad mother, no biscuit

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The Facade Doesn't Fit, by Luke Chueh

So here's something obvious if only I'd stopped to think about it: an overnight trip with a 4 month old is a bit brutal. This weekend, Squawk, the pterosaur and I tripped up to Sydney for the Aurealis Awards. We went partly because "First They Came…" was shortlisted, and mostly because I wanted to be […]

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Grace

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On a quiet Sunday morning, I can hear the trains rattling by. I don't live close enough that they're audible with each passing (thankfully), but when the world is still outside my window then I can hear it, the distant clatter-and-clack, clatter-and-clack of an electric train rushing over tracks originally built to accommodate steam engines. […]