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Two former PMs among several Australian conservatives are linked to Jordan Peterson-fronted Alliance for Responsible Citizenship, which is concerned with ‘issues metaphysical, cultural and practical’
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There’s Murdering Creek, Butcher’s Creek – so prolific are inappropriate placenames, many non-Indigenous Australians seem inured to their violent histories
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Good history – like good journalism and justice – has fact as its bedrock
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In the hospital room I lost it. I stood there awkwardly with wet eyes. And then something incredible happened
The word that our old friend was about to die travelled as quickly as a Mallee scrub fire. He’d been medically evacuated home from overseas a week or so earlier. He was now in hospital with his family about him, not very responsive and unable to talk.
“You should get there quickly. He might only have a day or two.’’
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Compromise is a wonderful thing, but undergraduate chic is not for everyone
One of the next generation had just bought a house. She was moving in soon. So was her partner, who had his own place.
“Have you got a lot of stuff?’’ someone asked him.
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The discovery of a rare photo from the Spanish civil war raises questions about why volunteers from Australia are not commemorated
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Politicians will always sanitise the prosaic horror of combat death – and the ugly human fallout on the families of veterans
As Anzac Day arrives again with its hardy perennial of hyperbole about how a failed military operation on an obscure finger of the Ottoman Empire birthed the Australian nation, one soldier’s words particularly resonate.
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Whole episodes I’d forgotten were revealed to me. The main character became a whole new person
A sudden, severe eye infection had sidelined me. It rendered my eyes painfully photo-sensitive. The sunlight was excruciating. So, too, screens for more than a minute or so. This meant no dog walking. No TV. No writing. No reading.
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Is it too soon to be nostalgic for all those soft, gentle Marches? Here’s hoping not
In the southern Australian cities where I’ve spent most of my life my birthday on the second day of autumn has always been synonymous with gentle seasonal transition.
It’s no coincidence that the beginning of autumn in March is my favourite time of year. First comes the softer light. The mornings grow darker and slightly crisper.