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
No shoes are worn in the wharenui and what a person does or does not wear on their feet will tell you something about them. Like my daughter Mede, who opted for
N.Z. Journalist Keith Newman implores us to Save Our Sons and Daughters
My pal John Hafer uses an expression that I like, “live LARGE”. Actually I like it alot. I like the concept even more when it’s translated to actions. I like that it’s so expansive and spacious in describing the range
Pulling up the roman blinds that peer sleepily into my back garden, I come upon the early morning sun kissing *Himself (the Macadamia Nut tree outside my window) on both cheeks, in the warmingly European manner. Left cheek, right cheek and left cheek again.