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Monthly Archives: December 2012
All a writer can ask
The first Christmas I remember, I was four. My dad was working on a project in Malawi to develop coffee production for those with smallholdings. My mother took me and my brother out to Africa for the holidays. (This is … Continue reading
Posted in Essay, Memoir
Tagged Africa, Awards, blogging, Christmas, followers, Gabriela Blandy, Holidays, how to write, Interconnection, Malawi, readers, travelling, winter, Writing
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A bus is at its best when it’s a taxi
Dan and I are walking over the bridge to the bus stop. It’s not yet six o’clock, but the winter darkness has the river hidden. Only the streetlights can cut through the black, casting golden beams across the sodden streets. … Continue reading
Posted in Memoir
Tagged Description, Gabriela Blandy, how to write, Memoir, Mexico, Story, travelling, Writing
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A collage of trees
My father says that he’s going to chop down the pines in the corner of the garden. They have grown beyond the space, their silhouettes distorted from pruning over the years. Still, this has never stopped the pigeons roosting and … Continue reading
Posted in History, Memoir
Tagged Albany, autumn, childhood, Denmark, Denmark River, Gabriela Blandy, History, how to write, Karri, Memoir, memory, Pine, seasons, tennis, trees, Western Australia, winter, Writing
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