Saturday is important, too.

It’s Easter Saturday, here in the southern hemisphere. The strange, in-between day; the hiatus between Good Friday and Easter Sunday. I think Easter Saturday is a slice of reality. We can be so caught up in our own grief and pain, that it comes as a huge surprise that the rest of the world is continuing life as normal. Here we are, wrapped up in sorrow and introspection, and there’s the rest of the world going camping, playing sport, hunting for bargains in the local shops, doing a bit of D.I.Y around the house, as if nothing momentous has happened. But, that’s how it is: life continues. For those of us who are grieving, Easter Saturday teaches us that grieving is a natural process that has its own rhythm and timing.  Saturday is just as...

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Not sparking, Jan!

It’s Saturday morning and all is quiet in the neighbourhood. The dingbat who thought it was smart to mow the lawn at the crack of dawn has finally put the machine away. The Old Boy is out buying us a new oven, after one too many disasters for dinner. I had to keep raising the temperature to get the same results and I’ve never been a good guesser. I’m doing my best to avoid politics this week. It all gets a bit depressing. I wish I could stop caring about things. I’m sure life would be simpler if I lived with my head in the sand. I’m currently plagued with thoughts that, perhaps, I’m just toying with the thought of being a writer rather than actually being one. I mean, I know a number of writers and they’re all super busy...

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Oompa Loompa for president

I’ve been watching the American race for president for a while now. Like the rest of the world, at first I thought, “Trump is obviously the joke candidate, brought in for some light relief.” But, it’s gone beyond a joke now. In fact, it’s become both disturbing and rather frightening. It looks most likely that he will win the Republican nomination. If he wins the election, he may be the next president of the United States. (God help us all.) I’ve been having a sense of political deja vu. Before our last election, there were plenty of people who warned us that Mr Abbott was not a good candidate for Prime Minister. The more people made fun of his idiosyncrasies, the more his weaknesses and foibles were pointed out, the more...

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