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
There’s something quite moment-defining in feeling our spirits lift, soar for however long it takes us to soar on its wings and deliver us up from out of the everydayness of our lives. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate ‘everydayness’ it’s kept my feet blessedly muddy and
From time to time the buck as they say stops with you. Of course we’d all rather it didn’t, instead opting to move from under the heavy gaze of responsibility to blame-shifting. Now blame-shifting is an acquired art although children learn it with stunning alacrity right out of nappies it would seem!
Most times when you’re growing up I can’t help thinking how little we pay attention to the details in our lives as they unfold. I was thinking about Miz who was my literary mentor many years ago now. She’s since passed away having accomplished for herself the title of novelist. She always told me,
I started reading Thomas Hardy’s ‘Tess of the D’Ubervilles’ (A Pure Woman) again last night. I’ve read it before so you’d think that knowing the end would dissuade me from reading it again. But it doesn’t. It’s an instructive piece and I
Last Sunday I went to dinner at my friends Jen and Graes home in Balmain. It was the first time I’d gone to dinner wearing my dressing gown and my PJ’s. I have to admit
Making friends has never really been a problem for me. I was an early starter. It began my mother said, with the 4 to 6-legged kind and ended up with your run-of-the-mill human bi-ped that had an appetite to rival even the hungriest Hereford calf I brought home. My mother, well she preferred