Last Saturday, at the Mahara Gallery in Waikanae, surrounded by the provocative art of John Foster, I watched a panel discussion called ‘Speaking Truth to Power’. It was the first of four, and so good that I’ve booked a sitter in order to attend the others. The panellists were two filmmakers, Gaylene Preson and Dr Sapna … Continue reading On Speaking Truths and the Middle-Classes
… 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…
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 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…?
I've never intended to be political on this blog. That’s probably an excellent policy and one I should adhere to, but… in September, New Zealand is holding a General Election and, until yesterday, I had no idea how I was going to vote. That indecision has come as a bit of a shock to me. … Continue reading On going a little bit Green
This is a quick blog about the genre-that-must-not-be-named. As genres go, it is arguably the most popular, and certainly so when you look at Amazon sales and reams of reviews, but it is also the most sneered at. It is my weakness. My dirty little secret. Romance. Of course, Romance! I … Continue reading My Dirty Little Secret
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...