Chapter 17
Herbie Bongmire makes a dramatic escape and returns to Lonely Gully as our heroes receive an unexpected call. Nikki Gemmell takes up our story.
Nikki Gemmell
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He turned 21 without us, and it near broke my heart
Our dear son, who’s been studying interstate, is about to walk through the door. How can a mother’s love be so voluminous?
Let the dying spirit go
A palliative nurse explains the process of dying on TikTok. Julie McFadden’s message?Trust the body, it knows what it’s doing.
To every teen to work at Macca’s: I salute you
There are some who look down upon such mucky, low-brow, low-paid work; yet I happen to think differently.
Smile, summer’s almost here
We have waited so long for the naked grins of a post-pandemic life, the burden of Covid uncertainty lifted from us.
Keeping men’s secrets. Women are used to that
Here’s a devastating truth bomb – it’s devilishly hard to make a rape conviction stick in Australia.
Scootch your cootch: how to speak teen
The language of teenagers right now is gloriously inventive, but I’m constantly asking for translations. So here’s my quick guide.
Could China threaten our Antarctic interests?
We’ve left Antarctica largely alone except in the noble pursuit of scientific inquiry. But how much longer can this arrangement last?
So, who gets to enter the professional class?
Imagine the loneliness of that path into the otherworld of educated privilege, if you’re not even sure of the way.
A tidy house is a sign of a wasted life
For decades I considered a rigorously clean house a badge of honour, and policed the situation ruthlessly. Now it’s time to embrace the squalor.
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