“My first kiss was in high school. I was 13 years old and sitting in a tree with a boy named Carl. There were these big Morton Bay figs that we all used to climb. We were up there and then we just kissed. An average kiss.”
“Did you know it was average at the time or is it hindsight?”
“Hindsight.”
“I’m really proud of my three kids. They’re 10, 9, and 6.”
“What’s the best thing about parenting these kids?”
“They’re just like three little stand up comics in the house.”
“When I was 15 it was the happiest year of my life. My mother finally relaxed her strictness and I was allowed to sing in a band with these lovely boys.”
“What advice would you give your 15 year old self?”
“Off the record, don’t rush into it.”
This was my Nana’s 84th birthday. And she loved the failed cake I made. She’s had an interesting life, my Nana. I should make more time to see them, but life seems to get in the way.
Even with training wheels, learning to ride a bike is a big challenge. I love the concentration on his face. Little guy is growing up….he’ll be riding a motorbike and getting tatts in the blink of an eye.
“I was in Year 7 and Father Landers used to ramble on and on about the Old Testament. He used to always ramble on about deuteronomy. I still wonder what the fuck is deuteronomy?”
This was one of my mother’s friends from high school. They stayed in touch for a bit, but then lost each other for 30 years. Now they’ve found each other. We shared a meal and many laughs this weekend.
WTF is deuteronomy anyway?
“For once I have nothing to say.”
Didn’t last long, let me tell you.
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What a gorgeous blog post. I’m looking foward to ‘casing’ more in this series.
I love your portrait series, such a lovely window into other people’s worlds
Nelly, I love you.
Love your work. A week of particularly lovely, joyful faces. And the cake! I recognised it immediately