A couple of weeks ago, I was trying to remember all the nicknames that I’d given to my eldest daughter when she was a baby. I was with a friend and our children, enjoying a meal. My daughter was looking at me with her big brown eyes expecting one of those baby stories that she loves … Continue reading Baby Bubble
Parental Angst
Changes…
… are inevitable. A few weeks ago I went through a number of transformations, physically, spiritually and politically. One door closed: I completed my MA. One door opened: I met a random stranger, had a conversation, and was set upon a whole new path. Writing the blog has been pretty stagnant since, sorry. Not that … Continue reading Changes…
The Adventure Continues … (Part Three: Hicks Bay)
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)
At last, an adventure… (part two: Napier)
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)
Belief, Faith and Moving On
A Ride Through Dad’s Day
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
