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Pictures of childhood


Me and the family dog.

My mother and brother and I in Greece.


My grandfather and I in Australia.


Always me on horses.


My brother and I in Iraq.


My mother and I in Iraq.


My brother and I in Iraq.


My mother as a young woman.


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A selection from my Instagram.


















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I am going to try to blog again this year.

Most of the reasons for starting a blog back in 2007 remain relevant to me today. I want a place to process my thoughts, feelings and experiences, I want a record for the children of parts of their childhood, I want more ways of connecting with feminists, particularly the feminist parenting community and also… writing more means I write more. And I really need to go back to writing more.

Plus, now I am far enough ahead of the grief and unraveling that was the ending of my relationship with my ex, and I think probably the children are too, that I believe I can write about myself again here without it feeling too vulnerable. In truth, I could never find blogging all that satisfying when it did not also involve a bit of the every day minutiae of my life, a bit of the raw and scavenged. When it didn’t feel safe to write about those pieces of my life in public I saw much of the joy of blogging and subsequently its motivation lost. Now I feel somewhat rebuilt. And feeling that way means I am more comfortable writing more fully about my life and that seems a good time to revisit blogging.

So, I am plunging back in, hoping I remember how to swim or at least float.




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The Melbourne Writers Festival has made more tickets available, so please come along and say hello to me if you happen to see me on the panel. I will not be talking about my breasts, instead I will speaking about Capital: Valuing What Matters with Dennis Glover and Ben Eltham.

Thomas Piketty’s unlikely international bestseller Capital questions the core of the capitalist system. In his new book, Dennis Glover argues that an economy is not a society. What do we put a dollar value on, what don’t we, and why? He and feminist economist Andie Fox discuss.

And speaking of media… I forgot to mention here that I was also on the parenting panel for ABC radio a fortnight ago.

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Over the last couple of years when I have been single, I have thought about what I really wanted in someone for a relationship and that it was kindness and a capacity for awe, never realising how closely related these two things were…

In one part of the study, participants who spent time looking upwards at high eucalyptus trees were more likely to help a researcher who had dropped some equipment than were those who looked at a building. In another, watching clips from Planet Earth triggered more altruistic attitudes. “By diminishing the emphasis on the individual self”, researcher Paul Piff was quoted as saying, “awe may encourage people to forgo strict self-interest to improve the welfare of others.”

Perhaps it’s not surprising that awe has strange effects on us; after all, it’s a pretty strange phenomenon. The late psychologist Paul Pearsall – who did much to campaign for its recognition as an additional “official” emotion, alongside mainstream psychology’s accepted ones – noted that awe cannot be categorized as wholly negative or positive: the mixture of the two is fundamental. Relatedly, it isn’t provoked only by experiences we’d categorize as positive: glorious natural scenes prompt awe, but so can the recognition of mortality brought about by the diagnosis of a potentially fatal disease. Crucially, in the new study, pro-social attitudes were associated with awe felt in the presence of natural beauty and natural disasters. Both are vivid reminders of the smallness of the individual self.

From “Awe: the powerful emotion with strange and beautiful effects” by Oliver Burkeman in The Guardian.

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