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“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: He ran ahead and then patiently waited. The beach beckoned. Poet: On the front steps of the 1950s cottage, like a [...]

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Oh, I can see the five-year-old here. Yes, yes I can. Poet: Bubba in her bonnet. Bless.   There’s so many [...]

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: He talks while I shoot. I sat him there, on my new Bentwood chair (side-of-the-road find), and he told me a story [...]

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: wandering and chatting. It’s what we do. Poet: birthday morning breakfast with accompanying ooooooohsIf you [...]

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: I suppose it’s only natural that as we prepare for Poet’s birthday, he talks about his 5th. Apparently [...]

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: He comes grocery shopping with me every fortnight. And I always take a photo of him in the empty carpark (because [...]

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.”   Che: Oh sweet boy, you’re back from months of uncharacteristic behaviour. Grounded. Poet: In her presence [...]

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: He declared it a wonderful day because (in order of wonderfullness): 1. We got to visit Popa 2. He got to go on an [...]

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Tree-climbing elf. Poet: She rumbles and tumbles but rarely does she cry.    I’m a little overwhelmed by your [...]

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: Hiding from the camera, discovering the scariest of shadows Poet: Her first cold –  snotty-nosed and [...]

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: He’s been sick most of the week with a cold. His new friend came as a surprise in the mail, a welcome gift. [...]

“A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2012.” Che: “Worst. Day. Ever.” – he declared from his under-the-table cubby house where he snacked on toast [...]