My fiancé turned to me last night and asked if I was having an existential experience. I realise what I must’ve looked like. People around me were dancing, cheering, singing and generally rocking-out, whereas I was completely still in my seat at The Opera House. Tears were running down my face and my hands covered … Continue reading When Prince Charming took me to see Prince Charming
I’ve been writing rest home profiles over the last couple of weeks. It’s part of my job as Pen-for-Hire. I’m lucky to have the work, but it’s been a little depressing. I’ve been making God’s waiting room seem attractive, and it’s got me thinking… Don’t get me wrong, these rest homes really do sound like … Continue reading This too will pass
I remember my last week in England before emigrating to New Zealand. We spent it at a friend’s flat in London. On the day we were leaving, I went for a walk alone in random London streets and tried to soak in the feel of the air and the smells of an English morning. I … Continue reading New Zealand
My children are Maori. They’re half English too of course, but they are considerably more identifiable as Maori than European. I am very fair in complexion, so my olive-skinned children look nothing like me. That’s something we don’t even think about until people ask ‘Are they yours?’ or ‘Where did you adopt them?’ or worse, … Continue reading The Adventure Continues … (Part Three: Hicks Bay)
I drove to Napier with my hands painfully gripping the steering wheel. I rarely tow my caravan, and my head was full of images of it wobbling and jack-knifing, coming unhooked and crashing into the car behind, and somehow dragging us to our deaths off the road as we passed through the gorge between Shannon … Continue reading At last, an adventure… (part two: Napier)
Two weeks ago, we hooked our very cool 1974 Classic caravan to the back of the station wagon and hit the road. We’ve stopped off at a couple of places on the East Coast of the North Island of New Zealand and we’re planning to stop off at a couple more. First stop was … Continue reading At last, an adventure… (part one)
I purchased a second-hand car this week. It’s very exciting and it's my birthday present to myself. I’ve been driving a tiny city run-around for ages, but it’s just too small for life with children, so I've bought myself a station wagon – a Mazda 6 in fact. It wasn’t as easy as it sounds; it was … Continue reading Have you heard the one about the blonde who goes to buy a used car…?
The weather in Wellington was beautiful today; a promise of the Summer to come.It was also Father’s Day. My little girls spent Father’s Day learning how to ride their new bikes with their mum.A bicycle shop is closing down and flogging everything for half price so I, like the rest of the Kapiti Coast, swooped … Continue reading A Ride Through Dad’s Day
I love to write in cafes. It's the white noise, the way that I'm completely focused on my narrative, and the superstitions I have about my own creative process that pull me in. This is a blog about writing in cafes, the rough end of town, and a dramatic rescue of a damsel in distress who was wearing punk-rock fishnet tights...
'Mrs Becca Joyce?' (For want of a real name). 'Yes. Here.' I was amazed that I was being called from the hospital Outpatients waiting room so quickly, before my appointment time in fact. 'My name is Chun (For want of a false name). I am a registrar here at the hospital and I will be … Continue reading So, anyway, this happened today …