“So you’re half?”
“No, I’m double.” My Japanese students looked at me, perplexed. “I’m Greek and Australian,” I explained. “I’ve got the benefit of two cultures.”
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“Here,” said my cousin, plonking Olivia onto my lap. “Can you feed her while I hang out the washing?”
As she perched on my knee, my six-month-old niece gazed longingly at the jar of baby food in my other hand. Right, I thought. How hard can it be to feed a baby? When I was 15 I had a single-minded vision: I wanted to be a journalist.
There were no other options. I was so focused on this goal that I selected only one preference as my choice of further study when I sat for my final high school exams. “Err… shouldn’t there be another plane in front of us?”
“No, we’ll be winched up.” “How, exactly?” “There’s cable attached to a V8 motor a mile down the paddock.” Strapped into the glider, we sped down the grassy field, pulled along by the distant motor whirring at full throttle. |
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I acknowledge the traditional Custodians of the land on which I work and live, the Gubbi Gubbi / Kabi Kabi and Joondoburri people, and recognise their continuing connection to land, the waters and sky. I pay my respect to them and their cultures; and to Elders past, present and emerging.
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