It’s a world where tests and trials have you holding your breath – hoping for luck, for the next specialist appointment, for the drugs you can afford, for an opening on the latest trial, for your hair to grow back, for your scars to heal, for the pain to go away – for today’s fight to be worth it. It’s a world of hoping that the unwanted guest that is cancer will leave your body.
There’s a little bit of theatre magic happening for families right here on the Mornington Peninsula this summer. Humanimals Returns is an all-singing, all-dancing children’s show that big kids love too.
What do we call a gathering of writers? A flock? A crowd? A murder? A gaggle? Someone recently suggested to me that it was a scribe. That’ll do. A scribe it is.
I was reflecting on something today about kids, and how communities collectively contribute to the making of who they become. Continue Reading →
I’ve often thought that all you really need to start off on the journey of becoming an environmentalist is simply your curiosity.
You could probably take a whole swag of accessories too, but if you simply stepped outside into your very neighbourhood, and took some curious mates with you for a stroll – then you’ve just signed up for How to be an Environmentalist 101. Continue Reading →