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Low-Stim Nineties TV for Kids (opens the original)
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I am convinced we, also known as thirty-something year olds, were the last mainstream-raised generation to escape childhood unscathed, minds unaltered by smart phones and social media and with our attention spans mostly intact. We got our thrills from cap guns, stink bombs and building treehouses not dementedly swiping through five-second TikTok videos. My opinions are quite strong here and I hope to not cause offense to any mums reading this but I feel bile bubbling up into my throat when I see
It should be a crime (opens the original)
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It should be a crime, you know? How quickly babies grow, like weeds but urgently wanted. Aggressively needed. Intentionally planted and lovingly tended.Unstoppable these weeds are, pushing through between the lettuce and the radish, dirt clinging like afterbirth to their delicate flesh, all eager, full of vigour and ready to feel the sun. New leaves turn into round petaled faces in the blink of an eye — almost suddenly. How can it be? Was it not last Sunday that I met you for the first time, you
Catalina Diaries: Part two (opens the original)
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The ten days we just spent at Catalina island have gone in the blink of an eye. Our days were filled with not much at all, which I will admit was hard for a moment, but once we settled in doing nothing felt very good indeed. Our mornings were busied with dinghy rides to explore the fish-filled coves and crevices of the anchorage, followed by a lazy late breakfast and sometimes a trip to “pebble beach” where Hobby was in rock heaven, joyously lobbing stones into the exquisitely clear water. I tra
Whipped cream and other delights (opens the original)
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“Look, I’m your doughy Bond girl!” I joke with my husband as I lower my seldom-seen naked body into the water, my pale parts-unknown becoming acquainted with the schooling bait and barking seals. In the ocean I am soft and light like a dollop of whipped cream, my freckles like speckles of vanilla bean. My limbs bear the memory of our holiday, all golden and caked with salt yet my tummy is shy and apologetic. I should be naked more often, I think, like the old days. It feels like an honour to hav
Catalina Diaries: Two marlin, one toddler and a perfect batch of brioche burger buns (opens the original)
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Catalina DiariesIt’s been a year since we were last at and on Catalina Island; then with our bright eyed six-month-old, confidently sitting and taking it all in, and now with out sixteen-month-old, eyes equally as twinkly but now very mobile indeed! We finally left Santa Barbara after weeks of slow and tedious boat preparations, provisioning and a grueling twenty-four hours of intense emergency holding tank/head maintenance for Trevor. The latter left not a squeak of time for us to clean the rig
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