A Buddhist and a Taoist walk into a deli-café for an afternoon of Muslim speed dating. It may sound like the set up to a cringey joke, but trust me, there’s nothing farcical (nor dating-related, actually) about it. I have dragged my friend Alex with me to Moroccan Deli-cacy, the latest culinary jewel of Melbourne’s
‘How about today, shall we smoke?’ The diminutive* pensioner sitting opposite me lifts two fingers to her mouth; they are holding an invisible cigarette. ‘Sure, Vicky. Why not,’ I reply, and she is visibly delighted. She is not actually talking about smoking, but sharing some ricotta cigars—cylindrical pastries that are filled with cheese and jam,
With Mother’s Day upon us, I want to take a moment to honour what being a mother means. Certainly no mother is perfect. Some are downright challenging. Mine happens to be incredibly kind, and it’s my good fortune to be celebrating her today. But no matter the mother we’ve known, according to my Buddhist training
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