One of the loveliest stories told during the mihi and whaikororeo was by Aunty June about Nama’s Pond’s Cream. The story of Ponds “began when Theron T. Pond, a pharmacist from Utica New York, introduced ‘Pond’s Golden Treasure’ in 1846, a witch-hazel based
I love a good belly-laugh, its so liberating, so decadently nourishing for the soul that I prescribe it be eaten by the bowlsful. I had a neighbour that had the most deliciously genuine belly-laugh that is totally infectious. It’s true, it’s totally catchable.
Saying ‘I love you’ can seem such an over-used statement of our love for someone we are devoted to widely as we are deeply. I sometimes feel one ought to save the phrase up like a carefully wrapped childhood treasure. You know the ones. The kind we
Where do you go when pain becomes personal? I mean really personal. And not just any old pain, I mean gut-searing, heart-wrenching pain? The kind that threatens to unhinge the very thought of life or living? A moment might indeed seem such a long time. Do you
My old school-friend Sal reminds me of what long time friendship means. And what’s that you say? Well, here’s the thing, for me it’s the reference to the ‘long’ bit that gives you a clue. Long time for Sal on the other hand has meant long-between letters, long-between chats and