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About bakersdaughterwrites

What to say? I’m a 30-something year old woman from Sydney notorious for changing her mind. I have a cat named Seraphina Nightingale, whic

Brand new day

I’m on my way home from work. A mentally-ill man stalks the train. He fluctuates between distracted muttering and jagged bouts of shouting reminiscent of machine gun fusillade: “Strathfield. Strathfield. I hate Strathfield. MALCOLM LIVES AT STRATHFIELD. Malcolm is the … Continue reading

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Cooking with Jamie

The other day a friend and I got talking about Jamie Oliver. She admired his simple, nutritious fare and found his raffish cockney charm endearing. I admired his simple, nutritious fare and found his inability to use verbs or adjectives … Continue reading

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Everyday moments of grace

It’s a Saturday night. A friend and I make our way to Town Hall Station through the drunken, jeering, late-night throng. “The city’s so feral lately”, I complain. “Louts and hooligans everywhere.” Then a man with a harp walks by. … Continue reading

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No cause for alarm

There’s nothing I enjoy more than a good emergency evacuation. Well, possibly there are a few things – chocolate is perhaps slightly more enjoyable, and a nice glass of wine or a good pastry also ranks pretty highly. But emergency evacuations are certainly up there … Continue reading

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Inked

“I like your tattoo,” a library patron says to me today at work. “Huh? My ta…?” I realise he is looking at the reminder note I’ve scribbled hastily on my inner wrist. I don’t bother to correct him: it’s school holidays and … Continue reading

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It’s like deja-vu all over again*

To those of you who are my Facebook friends, the below blog may sound familiar. This not because I’m plagiarising, however – because good librarians don’t do that – but rather, because it’s been cobbled together from an assortment of my … Continue reading

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Eating New Orleans

I’ve always believed that one of the best ways to get to know a place is through its food, a convenient philosophy under which snacking becomes legitimate research and gluttony is elevated to the highest form of academic rigour. In … Continue reading

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Impressions of New Orleans

I admit that sometimes I’m a little slow. Not slow in the sense that the children in New Jersey are slow (at least according to this street sign, which may have been the highlight of my final week in the … Continue reading

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She stoops to conquer: Finding my feet in New Orleans

For the last week I have been in New Orleans. I am trying very hard to say “New OR-leans” rather than “New Or- LEANS”, which comes more instinctively to me. I haven’t even bothered with “N’awlins” or “Nola”, because this … Continue reading

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Postscript to “On the benefits of being incapable of following a map”

A follow-on from my previous post: So I didn’t meet the love of my life in the taxi rank, share a cab with a famous jazz musician or get showered with money upon leaving the airport. This was disappointing, as … Continue reading

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