Longer & deeper

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  • Blurred image of child's yellow and red ride-in car
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    Nostalgia for Saturdays

    We couldn’t wait to try it out. Dad had been working on it for several weekends, using precious Saturday afternoons, and off-cuts of timber and particleboard from his shed to construct a one-of-a-kind go-kart. It wasn’t the first thing he’d made for us and it wouldn’t be the last. But the tantalising prospect of speeding along the neighbourhood footpaths in this machine kept my sister, my brother and me enthralled as we watched it come together. We were so keen for a test drive. Saturday chores Back then in our family Saturday mornings were reserved for chores. Dad mowed the lawns, tended the veggie patch, tuned the engine on the…

  • Image of children walking on stone wall
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    As dearly loved children

    Have you ever read something you’ve read many times before and suddenly seen it in a way you never have before? It happened to me the other day when I was searching for Ephesians 5:2 in my old 1984 NIV Bible. As I searched for it my eyes strayed to the previous verse: Be imitators of God, therefore, as dearly loved children and live a life of love … (Eph 5:1-2). Images Immediately two images came into my mind. First, a small child wearing a pink tulle skirt and her mother’s high-heeled shoes, and then another child with furrowed brow, carefully directing his plastic lawnmower to follow behind his father…

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    The ‘M’ word and the art of not coughing

    Waiting room. The wall-mounted TV is turned up loud, so it’s hard to focus on why I am here waiting in line to be served. The woman behind the counter asks me to come forward and I give her the referral letter from my doctor. It’s been seven months since he first gave it to me, “It will be good to have a baseline measurement”. I said “Yes”, but it’s also been seven months since I put it at the bottom of my priority list. Forms Bone densitometry. Why have I avoided it? The woman at the front desk asks me to state my date of birth. It’s right there…