Jo Stubbings is a freelance writer and reviewer.
The noise of a leaf blower sounds like 1000 mosquitoes whining their way to the core of my brain. You can’t even go camping without someone pointlessly waving one around.
France’s Elsa Jacquemot made conspiratorial accusations against her coach on court in front of everyone. He refused to take any more of it.
And how can I follow the murder plot when I’m confronted by the greatest mystery of all: what have they done to her eyes?
I struggle to control my emotions at solemn events: laughing or bawling inappropriately. And that’s when I don’t even know the deceased.
As our children grew, our mum’s group conversation changed, but the bonds of friendship did not.
Wasps, slugs, redbacks, possums, snakes … Australians encounter them before we even venture outdoors.
Alas, we no longer send birthday cards like we used to. It’s a hallmark of the times.
I won’t settle for any old fungus when I’m out foraging. I’m going for the holy grail.
I work in an op shop and have reluctantly discovered that charity often begins - and ends - at home.
It was the label on the chicken thawing on our kitchen bench that undid me. It read: “Our chooks forage and socialise outdoors.”