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Bindi, Jungle Girl: wombats

Bindi with one of Australia Zoo's wombats

If you’ve always wanted to know more about animals, Bindi Irwin is the little girl to ask. Each month, Bindi will write about a different animal and answer readers’ questions in the magazine.

In April, Bindi is on a mission to save a much-loved Australian marsupial — the northern hairy-nosed wombat.

Pick up a copy of the April issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly to read more about wombats and see below for information on how to ask Bindi your most pressing wildlife questions.

Question

What do wombats like to eat?

Taylor Scott, North Dandenong, Vic.

Answer

That’s a great question, Taylor. These little guys love grazing on delicious grasses. Our zoo wombats love eating bark and roots they find while digging their burrows, and as a treat, they love sweet potato, corn and carrots.

Got a question for Bindi? Send it to Ask Bindi, The Australian Women’s Weekly, GPO Box 4178, Sydney NSW 2001 or send an e-mail to [email protected].

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Being Sarah Murdoch

Sarah Murdoch

She’s a model, a spokeswoman for breast cancer research and prevention, a TV host, a devoted mum — and the wife of high-profile businessman Lachlan Murdoch. Michael Sheather meets Sarah Murdoch and finds a sunny Sydneysider in love with life.

From the outside, Sarah Murdoch’s life is about as fabulous a life as anyone could imagine. She lives in a beachside mansion, flies in private jets, was courted by her husband in six cities around the world, has dined with the likes of former US Secretary of State Henry Kissinger and is the daughter-in-law of one of the most powerful men in the world. Yet for Sarah, 34-year-old wife of Lachlan Murdoch, son of media baron Rupert Murdoch, the trappings of wealth and success are largely immaterial. She’s led a glittering life, gracing catwalks and magazine covers as one of our most celebrated models. She recently smiled from our TV screens each morning on the Nine Network’sTodayshow, yet Sarah, mother to Kalan, two, and Aidan, 11 months, finds her satisfaction and contentment in the same place most of us do: family.

“When we’re together, the four of us as a family, that’s when I’m happiest,” says Sarah. “I love being with them. That’s the strength of it, really. That’s when I feel fulfilled. As I’m lying on the couch at home and I have my two babies, one in each arm, and Lachlan sitting next to me, I know life doesn’t get any better. Family is the essence of who we really are. That’s what’s really important to me.”

Read the whole story, only in the April 2007 issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly.

Watch a video clip of Sarah reporting for the Todayshow from the top of the Sydney Harbour Bridge.

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Jane McGrath’s Breast Friends campaign

Jane McGrath and friends

[Pictured, from left: Lee-Anne Drummond, Kellie Hayden, Jane McGrath and Amanda Alcott]

Everyone needs friends, but when you have a condition as personal and serious as breast cancer, you need friends all the more.

Jane McGrath, wife of Australian cricket hero Glenn McGrath, knows this only too well. During the past decade, she has relied on both her family and her dearest friends to help her get through the bouts of treatment she needs to keep fighting this disease.

To emphasise the need women with breast cancer have for their friends, the McGrath Foundation — the charitable organisation Jane and Glenn set up to help fight breast cancer — has launched the photographic book, Extraordinary Friendships Through Breast Cancer, a beautiful and touching collection of images depicting a host of international celebrities, including Roseanna Arquette and Jerry Hall, by renowned international photographer Rankin.

The book and a national campaign, sponsored by Roche Pharmaceuticals, aim to encourage women with breast cancer to identify and enlist the help of their friends as they progress through their treatment.

“Women with breast cancer need a friend to give them strength and support,” says Jane.

When she needs help, Jane, 40, calls on her “Pit Crew”, the friends who rally around at her greatest times of need: Lee-Anne Drummond, who helps take Jane’s children, James, seven, and Holly, five, to and from school; Kellie Hayden, wife of cricketer Matthew Hayden, who always provides a solid shoulder for Jane to lean on; and Amanda Alcott, wife of Errol Alcott, the former physiotherapist to the Australian cricket team, who has often picked up James and Holly when Jane is having treatment.

“They are wonderful, special girls,” says Jane. “I really don’t know where I would be without them. They are brilliant and such an amazing support. The only person missing from the photo is my doctor, Lucy, who is also my good friend.”

The book is for sale nationally through the campaign’s retail partners, Wheel and Barrow, Crabtree and Evelyn and Charlie Brown, as well as through The McGrath Foundation website at www.mcgrathfoundation.com.au.

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*This Way to the Sea*

This Way to the Sea

Exclusive extract from This Way to the Sea by Gillian Nicholson.

Bindi’s vanished, so Christo gives her a whistle. We hear her crashing through the bush before we see her parting a sea of tall grass as she runs to us. She throws herself onto the lawn at our feet, grunting and rolling and wiping her head with one paw, her beard matted thickly with black cobbler’s pegs. Other people call them farmer’s friends, but I remember them from my childhood as cobbler’s pegs, the little black spikes clinging to my clothes any time I played in the bush around our Brisbane home.

I don’t have a brush to groom Bindi; her curls will have to stay weed-thatched until we get back to Sydney. I don’t think she’s the least bit bothered.

That night, out on the veranda, we sip red wine and listen to CDs on an old sound system, an ex-rental Christo bought from a shop in Sydney. He can’t last a day without music.

We hit the thin foam mattresses to the velvet crooning of the Mills Brothers singing Lazy Bones, not to sleep but to wonder at this amazing thing we’ve done. Our bedroom faces the sea and is so high it seems we’re floating in the clouds.

A big storm is breaking on the horizon, bolts of jagged electricity occasionally spearing the sea while sheet lightning dazzles the sky all the way from the Rocks to Nambucca. Thunder rolls around us, bringing Bindi to her feet on the veranda outside our bedroom, tail wagging with excitement. Warm under the sleeping bag, snuggled up to Christo, I’m awash with happiness and optimism.

The storm rumbles on all night, waking us from time to time, but never disturbing the spell. Morning is just as magical, dawn breaking suddenly across the now tranquil sea, sunlight flooding our uncurtained bedroom and blinding us with molten silver.

What a way to wake up. From our spot on the floor, the view is breathtaking: shimmering ocean and hills of green. The call of a whip bird slices through the silence, and then a kookaburra begins to laugh and sets off a raucous, happy throng.

‘Listen,’ says Christo, as the din subsides. He gets up and opens the sliding glass doors to the veranda, where a sleepy dog greets him with a yawn.

I grab my glasses from the floor and follow. ‘What?’

‘That bird. Can you hear it?’

I can hear it: it sounds like a flute. ‘Yes. It’s beautiful.’

‘But can you hear the tune it’s singing? It’s the theme from Raiders of the Lost Ark. Listen,’ and he hums along with the bird.

I close my eyes and concentrate on the bird’s song. I think I can hear the Raiders tune but…

‘It’s that magpie,’ Christo whispers, pointing to the top of the nearest mango tree, and we creep to the edge of the veranda.

‘So it is,’ I whisper back. Its open beak thrust to the sky, the small black-and-white bird reprises the lilting melody, and I’m half convinced Christo is right.

‘Let’s go back to bed, love,’ I say, taking his hand.

We spend the morning drifting in and out of sleep, bathed in a light that changes from silver to gold and then orangey pink. I’m feeling unbelievably wealthy today.

Our house stands on a long, grassy strip of land where Brian once grew a magnificent heliconia. The area is bare now except for a mango tree at either end, just the right spot for playing pétanque. I picture us sitting in the shade of the mango trees, catching sea breezes and sipping Campari and soda as we take turns to toss the silver balls.

Beyond the far mango tree, only just visible from the veranda, is a small corrugated iron shed. I have plans for that too. Chooks. Bindi will keep the foxes away and we will have plenty of fresh, organically produced eggs. (There will be no poison used on our farm, of course.)


We’re dying to show off the property. Two days after we arrive, Mum’s due to drive down from Brisbane and we’ve also invited our friend Ian, a mate from Melbourne. Ian knows a lot about running a farm, having grown up in the Victorian countryside with a dad who loved to grow things, and having farmed in Tasmania himself.

Flowers don’t interest him much, but he’s managed to feed his own family from backyard garden plots for years and has even written a book about it all, with heaps of ideas on everything from raising seeds and DIY hydroponics to backyard irrigation and…chooks. Ian is dead keen to see the place and we’re dead keen to get his input. We dub him “The Mentor”.

He arrives the next morning, fully prepared for roughing it, because we’ve told him there’s no furniture in the house apart from our mattresses, the sound system and a few bits to cook with.

‘This is a bit of all right,’ he says in greeting, hands on hips and turning to enjoy the view. He unloads the car with vigour and smartly assembles a stretcher bed in one of the bedrooms. Then he unfolds a picnic table with built-in bench seats in our lounge room, sets up a camp stove in our kitchen ‘just in case’ and pulls a video camera out of his travel kit.

‘What a truly lovely spot,’ he says, plonking on the safari hat he likes to wear (and I have admired so much in the past that Christo has bought me one for Grassy). Let’s have a cuppa, then you can show me around.’

We’re limited to regular tea bags, but Ian — always ready for anything and everything — extracts from a well-organised milk crate a container offering several tea varieties. He chooses Lapsang Souchong.

It’s been a humid morning, with a fine mist hanging tentatively in the gullies and low spots below the house. Now it’s drizzling, but the rain is warm and not unpleasant so we decide to chance a walk around the property. Ian puts on a jacket to protect the video camera.

Since Ian has already driven along our southern boundary, we head down the other side of the hill towards Yarrahapinni National Park. It’s out first time going around on foot.

Strewn with large rocks and rutted by the heavy rains of many summers, the track isn’t easy to negotiate. We pick our way down the hill between a straggling barbed wire fence that sags between old timber posts and neat rows of bananas as far as the eye can see.

‘Hang on. First shot,’ Ian says, removing the video camera from under his jacket. ‘The rain’s holding off. I want to get you over near the bananas there.’

Several of the bananas have long, plastic bags of different colours draped over their bunches of unripe fruit.

‘What’s the significance of the colours?’ Ian asks.

I have no idea. With a shrug, I move into shot and pick up a longish stick so I can lift the skirt of one of the bags and peer up into it without getting too close to what might be in there with the bananas. I prod around hesitantly.

‘Got to be careful of snakes in bananas. Green snakes. They won’t kill you but they can give you a nasty bite.’ It’s not the answer to his question but it’s one of the few things I do know about bananas, having been raised in Queensland.

So Ian answers his own question. ‘Different colours for different maturing times, I reckon.’

Bindi has run off somewhere through the grass and, although we can hear her thrashing around somewhere below, she doesn’t come to our calls. The infamous Airedale stubbornness.

Suddenly there’s an angry quacking followed by a huge splash, and we see four ducks take flight above the dam. Within minutes, a wet and muddy dog is back with us, curly hair flattened against her panting body and full of grass seed, and on her face the biggest grin a dog can do.

Book Group questions

  • Should Gillian and Christo have thought their decision through to buy a banana farm more than they did?

  • Is a sea-change an illusory concept and given the hurdles and problems that face the couple in their new home, is there something to be said for enjoying retirement or semi-retirement in your own community?

  • Other than the perfect view, what is it about their sea-change that enhances the couple’s lives?

  • Have the locals a right to resent some of the changes retired baby boomers bring with them when they re-locate to small coastal communities?

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Kids’ corner, 1

My beautiful daughter Chloe loves to have a conversation with you. She is a real little chatterbox.

— Rachel

This is my gorgous son Lachlan Cassidy (22 months). This day he was very quiet all the way home, now we know why — he was enjoying his ice cream.

— Belinda

‘Twice as nice’

Here is a photo of my gorgeous precious indentical angels, Alana and Lavinia at 3 weeks old. Even born, they can’t bear to be apart, and cry for each other. I am happy that they will always have one another and I know that they will always be the best of friends.

— Anna

This is my gorgeous son Nicholas. He loves bath time and judging by this picture, he doesn’t care where it is.

— Katrina

This is our little Easter Bunny Elailah Mollie. She has hours of fun playing dress ups every day. — Krystal

Meet my beautiful four-month-old baby girl, Stevie, who just loves having her photo taken. She is such a happy little baby and very photogenic, don’t you think?

— Renae

This is a photo of our beautiful 4-month-old Cameron, who is our pride and joy. We can’t imagine life without him.

— Kylie

Ater having had four lovely daughters, and four beautiful granddaughters, I would like to share with you my first grandson. And from the look on his face, he’s determined to go places fast.

— Proud Grandad

Our Finlay (14 months) is the most adorable bunny of them all.

— Louise

This is my adorable 5-year-old niece Chante. No matter the day, she always makes you smile. Like in this photo of her before going for a swim.

— Jaimee

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Laura Kufersin: ‘Everyone hates Chris’

Biggest Loser contestant Laura Kufersin talks to Woman’s Day about her time on the show.

**Starting weight: 109.2

Elimination weight: 93.1kg**

How do you feel about getting this far in the game?

I’ve got 23kg to go before I reach my goal weight but I’m really excited to be going home. There were some long days but now it feels like I haven’t even been there. I’ve enjoyed my whole experience, I would not change one thing for the world. I believe in myself now and I’ve become stronger. Everyone said I came in a girl and I’ve gone out a woman and that’s a good feeling.

Who didn’t you get along with?

I can’t stand Chris. He’s a very arrogant person and he’s just there for the money. As soon as the opportunity comes, he’ll be gone. Marty rubbed me up the wrong way a bit. I had to share a room with him and I felt uncomfortable at some points. He’s a 38 year old male and I’m a 20 year old girl. He made comments that I think he didn’t mean intentionally but after a while the jokes got old. I really let him get to me. When he started losing a lot of weight he started doing stupid poses and I thought, “I’m embarrassed for you”.

Your dad has had health problems. What action are you going to take when you get home?

He’s not going to know what’ll hit him. He doesn’t realise how much of an effect him being sick has had an effect on me emotionally. It’s not a good feeling seeing your dad getting bigger and bigger and having strokes. I’m starting this journey for us and we’re going to finish it off together. I’ll be exercising three or four hours a day and eating right.

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Catherine and Michael’s marriage crisis

Catherine Zeta Jones and Michael Douglas’s six-year marriage is at breaking point once again, after months of bitter fighting.

“The cracks have been showing for quite some time now,” says a friend. “They used to spend loads of time together. Not any more. Back when they first got together and had really hectic schedules, they always made time for one another. But now, with endless time on their hands, they can barely stand being together.

“Whenever they’re in the same room it usually turns into a blazing row,” the friend reports. “It’s a very combustible situation.”

Michael infuriated Catherine recently when he joked with reporters he wanted to star in a movie with his wife so he could “off” her, saying, “I’d be the villain, because nobody likes older guys with younger women. We’ll get her a young leading man and I’ll be the bad guy. And I’ll ‘off’ one of them.”

Insiders say it is no coincidence Michael’s “joke” came after Catherine was photographed holding hands with her 39-year-old No Reservations co-star Aaron Eckhart during an awards show in Miami.

For the full story, see this week’s issue of Woman’s Day (on sale March 26).

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Angelina under attack

Angelina Jolie has been forced to defend herself against a barrage of criticism following her latest adoption.

The Oscar-winning actress, who adopted three-year-old Vietnamese tot Pax Thien Jolie last week, has hit out at attacks she is a “bad person”, amid claims the adoption process was “cruel”, “handled atrociously” and “fast-tracked” due to her celebrity profile.

Pax’s caregiver at the orphanage is also stunned by the jarring adoption process.

Bui Thi Bich Tuyen, a nurse and the substitute mother who cared for Pax from infancy, says, “It all happened so quickly. He had no idea what was going on except that he was going to be taken away by a stranger. There was no time to say goodbye.”

For the full story see this week’s issue of Woman’s Day (on sale March 26).

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Jacqueline Pascarl: ‘I couldn’t risk kidnapping my kids’

When the Gillespie children were snatched by their Malaysian prince father 14 years ago, their mother decided it was too dangerous to try to snatch them back.

When Melissa Hawach was reunited with her kidnapped children, Melbourne mum Jacqueline Pascarl — whose children were kept from her for 14 agonising years — felt mixed emotions.

Although delighted for Melissa, whom she’d helped comfort during her ordeal, Jacqueline, 43, says she also “felt rattled for a while”.

“I questioned whether I, too, should have used mercenaries to try to rescue my children,” she explains.

Jacqueline — whose surname was then Gillespie — made international headlines when her six-year-old daughter Shahirah and nine-year-old son Iddin were kidnapped by their Malaysian prince father, Raja Bahrin.

Bahrin snatched the children during an access visit in 1992 and smuggled them out of the country. Although Jacqueline had legal custody of the children, Australia’s diplomatic efforts to get them back from Malaysia were fruitless.

Jacqueline never gave up the battle and admits she considered paying to have her children “kidnapped” back.

“But my kids were in a royal compound, being guarded 24 hours by gun-toting royal bodyguards,” Jacqueline sighs.

“My children — or some of their relatives — could have been harmed if anyone broke in, and I just couldn’t risk that.”

Finally, in Melbourne last year, Jacqueline was reunited first with her daughter, and later her son, now young adults who sought to be with the mother they’d never forgotten.

“The sun peeked out three-quarters when I saw my daughter in person,” Jacqueline says, her face lighting up at the memory. “And it absolutely glowed as though it was a midsummer day in a cloudless sky when I saw both my children!”

Jacqueline’s new book, Since I Was A Princess, outlines how she managed to get through the terrible years without her children. Though there were times of utter despair when she contemplated suicide, she found enough inner strength to propel her through her darkest moments. The trauma destroyed her second marriage, but she later found happiness with a new husband, Bill Crocaris, to whom she has two more children, Verity, 6, and Lysander, 4.

Jacqueline also immersed herself in international charity work and became an expert on child abduction, establishing The Empty Arms Network to support parents whose children have been kidnapped.

“I have personally been involved in helping 64 children be returned to their parents from all over the world,” she says with pride. “And I always shed a tear of elation when somebody gets their child back. An estimated 30,000 children are kidnapped from Western nations every year. It’s an enormous problem.

“I never advocate counter-abduction, though — that is a personal choice for the parents involved.

“My message to any parent who contacts me is, ‘Always live in hope, you just have to keep going, even when it’s the most difficult thing. I mean, are you going to slash your wrists, crawl into a corner and die — or turn a negative into a positive, and decide you’re going to build as many bridges in your life as you can, in the hope that your children will walk across them one day?

“I have always maintained that I have been a very fortunate person, despite what happened to me. Of course, I had terrible moments of depression and desolation, but I was alive and kicking. I knew my children weren’t dead, at least. And I found a way of channelling my expertise into something to help other people.”

Jacqueline says her daughter Shah, now 21 and living with her mother in Melbourne, and son Iddin, now 24, “are really proud of me and what I’ve been doing over the past few years”.

The fact that she is a former princess, she says, often helped open doors with her international charity work.

“I don’t use it to get a seat at the opera or anything,” she giggles, “but being a former princess of Malaysia has certainly helped me get things done overseas. One time, when I was at a refugee camp in Kosovo for CARE International, the visiting Dutch Prime Minister recognised me, as his wife was reading my first book Once I Was A Princess. He came over and began asking me about the refugees, and later made a generous donation to the camp.”

Jacqueline’s focus is now more on her family life, “though if people seek me out wanting advice, I help, which is what happened with Melissa Hawach. Her solicitor contacted me and asked if I’d contact her and offer solace, which, of course, I was happy to do.

“I didn’t know she was going to try to counter-abduct her girls back. I probably would have advised her against it, but ultimately it’s a personal choice, and, well, it worked for her.”

Jacqueline says she is currently in the throes of writing fiction, both for children and adults.

“And I just want to be there for my children, to help bring out the best in all of them. Being able to walk down the street with all four of my children for the first time, holding hands, is a moment I’ll never forget,” she adds, her voice heavy with emotion.

“Did I ever expect to be this happy again? No, I never thought I’d be this joyous again. But I’d already realised joy can find you in different ways. Having a second family has given me a happiness I hadn’t expected.

“But to be able to have all four children here and see them interact and have a proper life is true fulfilment. I’m enjoying discovering their many wonderful talents.”

Asked how she feels towards her former husband, the prince who kept her from her children for so long, Jacqueline pauses, then says, “I don’t want my children to hate their father, so I won’t say too much about him … I’ve got to move on; we’re going to share grandchildren one day.

“But, obviously he’s not my favourite person in the world!” she adds with a wry smile. “Still, we now have to look ahead.”

Jacqueline says that, growing up in Malaysia, the children were deprived “of ballet classes, piano lessons, and all those extras, musically, artistically, and emotionally,” they’d have had if they’d grown up with her in Melbourne.

“Shah has a great sense of humour, she’s really funny. In the past few months, she has been studying music here in Melbourne, she sings beautifully. She’s just gone back to Malaysia for a holiday, but she’ll be back soon. And Iddin has just returned to Malaysia after scuba diving in the Philippines.

“How my children spend their future is up to them,” she says. “I have to remember, I’m the parent of two adult children, and they can make their own decisions. But thankfully, from now on, our separations will never be forced!

“My life is blissful now,” she continues, flashing her beautiful smile. “With two little ones to raise, it’s also organised chaos on any given day — but I wouldn’t change a thing!”

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