Aging is an extraordinary process, where you become free to be the person you always should have been – David Bowie.
We cackle together in cahoots at our joke. My sister and I have known each other for sixty-one years, and we can say the sort of stuff to each other that we can’t say to anyone else, and expect them to get it. I’m in Westport on the West Coast of the South Island, population …
Today, I “arsed off” my foot scooter. That’s what we say here, when the involuntary dive to the ground is spectacular. And spectacular it was. Not least because it was right near a busy intersection with a hundred-thousand-million spectators, which caused as much hurt to my pride as it did to my sixty-one-year-old body. Although …
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I feel sick. Our entire city feels sick. Our whole country feels sick. Sick for those who have been murdered, sick for their families and friends, and sick that we and our city have been defiled in this way. Fifty people (to date) were massacred on Friday 15th March in my home of Christchurch/Otautahi, New …
Just love this pic! Apo Whang-od (also known as Whang-od Oggay) is a Filipina tattoo artist, who has been applying her art since she was fifteen years old. She claims to have turned 100 years old in 2017, but has no valid documents to substantiate this. There have been proposals to instate her as a …
I swear that that last super full moon did some serious woo-woo on me. I’m sitting at my (organic, cruelty-free) hairdresser’s, flicking through a Womankind magazine, and thinking not-very-deep thoughts. Then, a sentence that I was to spend the remainder of my day having a existential experience over, jumped out at me. It hit me …
I am being gifted a sledge hammer by my sister. This is what sisters do for each other. Sis and her husband have a spare one, so she will pass one of them onto me, in the event I ever have to smash through the wooden floor of my older investment flat to rescue men …
She did a double-take, as she came out of her gate. No, she wasn’t seeing things. There they were. Alone and unoccupied, sitting neatly in the middle of the footpath. A pair of ordinary-looking men’s trainers, waiting for a pair of ordinary men’s feet to fill them and set off for the day’s adventures. Their …
