When my sister was twenty six, she was attacked by a man with a knife.  She escaped by her own determined feats of derring-do without physical harm, but the attack changed her future, and set it on a course marred by years of suppressed post-incident trauma.  To all intents and purposes, she carried on with …

Continue reading The Night My Sister Was Attacked

I’m leafing through a glossy mag in the waiting room, and glance at the picture of the couple, who appear to be around my age, in front of their designer house with the obligatory fabulous view.  Technically, it’s what any sane person would give up an ovary or a testicle for.  So, I wonder why …

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Welcome to New Zealand, #MeToo.  It’s a long haul to this place that is far from everywhere, but you got here eventually.  Thanks to Ali Mau, an Aussie import who has lived for many years in New Zealand, the #metoo traveller has arrived at last and found a host worthy of its VIP status. Its …

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I don’t know how I got so much stuff.  For someone who considers herself not to be a collector or hoarder, I don’t know how I ended up with so much!  I am gradually shedding much of it out of necessity, because I am now living in a smaller home with a pleasingly dismal amount …

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