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)

Have you heard the one about the blonde who goes to buy a used car…?

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…?

Baobab Cafe and a Ripped Fishnet Rescue

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...