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Parents, please don’t stop reading to your children – a great picture book could change their life | Sally Rippin
Parents, please don’t stop reading to your children – a great picture book could change their life | Sally Rippin
Picture books help children to develop their imaginations, find empathy for others and take pride in what makes them unique – all of which make for good adults * Vote now for the best Australian children’s picture book Children are made readers on the laps of their parents.” – Emilie Buchwald I can’t think of a better way to start the year than having one of my books chosen in the Guardian’s readers’ poll for the best Australian picture books of all time. Come Over to My House, co-written with musician Eliza Hull and illustrated by Daniel Gray-Barnett, is a rhyming picture book that explores the home lives of children and parents who are d/Deaf or disabled. I am so proud to have been a part of creating this book, and so thrilled to see it on this list among so many extraordinary titles. Sally Rippin is an award-winning children’s author and the outgoing Australian children’s laureate for 2024-25. The next laureate will be announced on 10 February Continue reading...
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January 26, 2026 at 2:03 PM
When the world prays the solitary and individual becomes communal and universal | Ali Hammoud
When the world prays the solitary and individual becomes communal and universal | Ali Hammoud
Is prayer not that which unites different faith traditions and stretches across the vast expanse of history? * Making sense of it is a column about spirituality and how it can be used to navigate everyday life On my birthday last year, I found myself in Westminster Abbey. I had missed the time slot for tourist visits and could only enter for the Evensong program. Being a practising Muslim, I was not familiar with Anglican liturgical rites, but curiosity prevailed and so I entered. As I walked in, my gaze was seized by the sacred art, the high vaulted ceilings, the looming majesty of a place that, over the past nine centuries, has witnessed the coronation of every English king. “Don’t bother about the idea that God ‘has known for millions of years exactly what you are about to pray’. That isn’t what it’s like. God is hearing you now, just as simply as a mother hears a child. The difference His timelessness makes is that this now (which slips away from you even as you say the word now) is for Him infinite. If you must think of His timelessness at all, don’t think of Him having looked forward to this moment for millions of years: think that to Him you are always praying this prayer.” Ali Hammoud is a PhD candidate at Western Sydney University. He is broadly interested in Shia Islam and Islamicate intellectual history. More of his writings can be found on his Substack page Continue reading...
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January 25, 2026 at 2:04 PM
The kindness of strangers: I was hitchhiking with nowhere to sleep when a man gave me his bed for the night
The kindness of strangers: I was hitchhiking with nowhere to sleep when a man gave me his bed for the night
It was pouring and traffic was drying up. Then a car came along and the driver asked where I was staying the night * Read more in the kindness of strangers series It was 1970 and I was 17 years old. I had decided to “go west” and seek adventure and fortune in Western Australia’s mineral boom, so I set out hitchhiking from Melbourne to Kalgoorlie, where a lot of mining companies had their offices. I’d heard labour was in short supply and was assured if I knocked on a few doors I’d get a job. I just had to travel almost 3,000km to get there first. With nothing but the $10 I’d borrowed from my brother in my pocket, I was picked up by a truck driver delivering potatoes to every pub along the way to Bendigo, then a priest with his collar on. The priest dropped me off at a big intersection in Adelaide, which he said was a good spot to get a ride. But not long after he left me it started to pour with rain and I’m not sure any of the passing drivers could so much as see me standing there. Or, if they could, they probably didn’t want a muddy young man hopping in their car. Continue reading...
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January 25, 2026 at 2:04 PM