The first time I exchanged a memorable hongi was with a very distinguished maori gentleman at the Wellington Art Gallery (during a private showing of a Goldie exhibition). He looked uncomfortable standing in a line-up top heavy with
I get a real kick out of finding a treasure among the oddments of a second-hand shop or an Estate sale. It’s the fact that these things have been pre-loved. I love that they have their own story to tell and hearing it can be so humbling.
Moods are funny things. Have you ever wondered why one kind comes out ahead of another at any given time, on any given day? I do, often. And it’s not even like we have an option somedays. Some days are more reflective, some exhuberant, others overwhelming or sad but
It’s my friend Frazer’s birthday today and while the age tachometer trips over another year for him I’m reminded of just how long I’ve known him and I concede it’s been a while. Today, Lynley Dodd’s Hairy McClary from Donaldson’s dairy also celebrated
Fence-sitting can be contagious, not just some of the time by some of the population but most of the time by most of the population. Fence-sitting is safe (or so they say, I beg to differ) which is precisely why so many among us do it! The trouble with