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    Little Ones – do they belong to us or do we belong to them

    By: Faith Valencia-Forrester

    My three year old came running in to our bedroom last night "Mummy I have to go to the toilet!" I jumped up off the bed and followed her as she proudly ran in front leading the way. Before reaching the toilet, on her way through the lounge room, she saw her troll doll on the table. She stopped dead in her tracks and reached for it saying "I have to…


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    A family of blue

    By: Natalie

    I came into this world in the 60's and have 5 brothers. One older 4 younger. Out of that family 5 of us followed in our fathers footsteps and became police officers. I originally joined the Victoria Police and later resigned to join the Queensland Police Service. I had 4 brothers join the NSW police where my father served for 32 years. We grew up i…


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    My first writers festival

    By: nima nandy

    The smell of freshly brewed coffee in a room full of books and stories, writers talking about their creative journeys which evoked in me the possibility of my own creative journey and the first step towards a dream that could finally be fulfilled.. I didn't know that I wanted to be a writer or that I had a story in me.. but I loved stories ever sin…


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    Consequences of assimilation

    By: Lee Sheppard

    When I was a child my mother's assertion that she was 'Australian' rather than 'Indigenous' when filling out the Gallop Poll mystified me. However, surreptitiously listening to my mother's conversations with friends and/family over the years provided the answer. Government policy which forbade the transmission of culture and language from one gener…


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    Dr Who in the Kitchen of my Childhood

    By: Marina Byrne

    The kitchen of my childhood was a white hot, tight hot box that hoarded heat and ants and blowflies. The coloured glass of the lone casement window above the sink turned the sun’s rays into sickly green fingers of heat. It was the wet heat of the tropics and it stuck things to you. Your hair. Your shirt. Your loved ones. Dreams were surre…


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    It’s not the place

     

    It’s not the place

    I have family scattered all over the world, which makes finding a place we all belong sometimes difficult. The last time we all got together was in Los Angeles. I've rarely felt such a strong sense of belonging as there under beautiful skies, by the pool, and around the corner from a theme park and a 24-hour boozer, spending time with my peop…


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    My Neighborhood Is Great

    By: Kathy Elizabeth

    My name is Kathy. My neighborhood is called Emory Woods . my neighborhood is really safe because we help each other when we need help . In Emory Woods the people are really nice to everybody . I like my neighborhood because in the Houses we have stairs and I really like that. Also, in my neighborhood we have a community pool everybody have fun in t…


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    Hunger No More

    By: Jean Mora

    As a life-long learner, I am hungry for a variety of experiences to enhance my craving for living. I yearn to be exposed to ideas, environments, museums, festivals, and people (not exactly in that order). My hunger for these things is satisfied by a partnership with the “sun”: wonderfully warm and balmy on the Florida beaches, bright and crisp …


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    Pizza Uneaten

    By: Caroline Moore

    The growls of hunger rattle my ribcage. My pizza is sitting open-faced, steaming, in its cardboard box. My mouth waters as I bring a single slice to my lips. The cheese tempts me, the jalapenos beg to be devoured, the pineapple scream for attention. But I can't; I can't eat the pizza. My need for control grips my stomach harder than my hunger. M…


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    No fence

     

    No fence

    When I was a kid, there was no fence between our house and next door so our back yard was enormous, by the standards of our neighbourhood. On any given day our yard might be a tennis court, a BMX track, a water park or a cricket pitch. When our neighbour moved out years later a fence finally went up, a six-foot diamond wire fence, and another sma…


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    The Crema

     

    The Crema

    It's not a difficult coffee to make, but it's one that is uncommon in this country. So talked the barista through the details, internally cringing at myself for being such a snob. But when she slid the cup across the counter and I saw the thickness of the crema, I almost  burst into a teary rendition of 'Waltzing Matilda'.…


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    The dividing line

    By: Sue

    Our neighbourhood was really two neighbourhoods. There was the section with brick houses and the section with weatherboard houses, and people from the different sections didn't socialise. We lived in the weatherboard section, but sometimes we'd walk past the brick houses, ogling their big rose gardens and their tennis courts. We were convinced they…


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