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
If you should find yourself stuck for ages in a queue to buy food, it’s probably because I’m at the counter trying to decide what to eat. When I do eventually order, I shall change my mind the moment it’s written down because an unbearable panic will have kicked in. It’s a typical Libra trait … Continue reading The Great New Zealand Flag Debate
Xmas represents my ‘X’ post as part of the A to Z Challenge, and why reinvent the wheel? This is a very early post on that very subject and reading it again brings back many memories. Also, I look back on xmases in England within this post, so it fits in with my theme of ‘Memory’ beautifully.
This coming xmas, I won’t have my children with me for the second time. I’m hoping for less of an emotional roller-coaster this year…
This Christmas, I made my first ever cheesecake. This was also my first Christmas without my children since they were born.
In the days leading to Christmas, I planned ahead so it wouldn’t be shit without my girls. Being on the other side of the world from my family, I was invited by a South African friend to share Christmas Day with her, her husband and some of their friends who were also far away from home. I gratefully accepted, and she asked me to contribute dessert: cheesecake.
I baked it on Christmas Eve, after dropping the girls off to their father. I’d found the recipe on the internet: “Eric’s best ever cheesecake”. It was a baked New York Cheesecake, gluten-free with no base. I have no idea who Eric is, but his gluten-free cheesecake recipe is excellent. Here it is: allrecipes.com/recipe/erics–best-new-york-style-
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On a hot afternoon after college, with another hour before I had to pick up the kids, I drove directly to the beach from Wellington, and slipped on my swimsuit in the parked car. I walked barefoot along the hot sand path through reeds and grasses down to the shore, dropped my towel as I … Continue reading Waves
This is the box that wastes hours every time I move house or declutter. It's a small box full of photos that survived my clear out prior to emigrating. In it are snapshots of a life up until the invention of the digital camera: family, weddings, friends, holidays, Christmases. Memories. How I regret not keeping … Continue reading Old Photographs: Part One
The first ‘H’ I think of when I grope around for a memory is Haworth, where the Bronte’s grew up and lived in a parsonage with their father. When I was training to be an English teacher, we took a group of students up to the museum. They’d been reading Wuthering Heights with another teacher, … Continue reading Haworth Heather
I had to reblog this from Road Essays. It’s an intelligent reaction to yet another case (yawn) of journalism creating news rather than reporting it. Having done a bit of travelling myself, I couldn’t agree more with this…
This could just be a story about countries deemed dangerous for women to travel to. But it’s more than that. This is a story about our perception of danger and how we’re told time and time again that the unfamiliar and the foreign are more dangerous to us than what is on our own doorstep.
A couple of months back, British tabloid the Daily Mail ran a story in their travel section titled ‘Sex attacks, muggings, and harassment: World’s most dangerous holiday destinations for women (and some of them may surprise you)’. The top ten list declared India; Brazil; Turkey; Thailand; Egypt; Colombia; South Africa; Morocco; Mexico; and Kenya to be the most dangerous countries for female travellers.
We’ll get back to that shortly. First I want to tell you about a strange encounter I had in Medellin, Colombia in 2001.
After a hard couple of days travelling…
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As my theme for the A to Z Challenge is Memory, slipping into narratives about the past is all too easy. Today, I thought I would take the old saying 'Elephants Never Forget' and play with it instead. With that in mind, I looked for a cute clip of an elephant not forgetting something on Youtube, … Continue reading Elephants Never Forget
I’m blogging out of the sheer frustration. Most parents will be able to relate I’m sure. This week is Writers’ Week here in Wellington. Today, I had tickets to see Jaspreet Singh talk about his latest book Helium, and Kei Miller talk about his new collection and how living a cultural clash has effected him and … Continue reading