ALS Therapy Development Institute

“Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis (ALS), commonly known as Lou Gehrig’s disease and outside the US as Motor Neuron Disease (MND) or Charcot’s Disease, is a progressive neuro-degenerative disease that attacks motor neurons in the brain (upper motor neurons) and spinal cord (lower motor neurons) and affects muscle function. ALS TDI is the world’s first non-profit biotechnology [...]

Anna’s Adventures

Imagine being a Doctor and having cancer. “Sydney-born Rhodes Scholar, Doctor, Medical Researcher and cancer patient, Anna Donald was a fearless explorer, eager to communicate her experience. While undergoing her fourth round of chemotherapy and exploring complementary therapies, Anna used her formidable skills to offer rare insights from the other side of the doctor-patient divide. [...]

Love Across the Ocean

“Children are their first priority. LATO dreams of a day when those least able to care for themselves, aren’t forced to rummage through garbage for food. Originally created to build and renovate schools, LATO soon found itself helping families who struggle to feed themselves on a daily basis. LATO’s President is Leyna Nguyen, a three-time [...]

Near Journeys End

My insides were thrashing about like some taniwha (in Maori myth these were the guardians of the river) restless beneath the awa’s surface. It started this

The Return

They say, ‘that moments of great adventure come slowly but suddenly’, there’s a good deal of truth to this small but byway encountering observation. We’re making our way back to

A Bridge to Nowhere, Abandoned Dreams

As we head back up the hill to the car parked under the trees, we pass a gaggle of small children coming down to the boat ramp at Pipiriki for a swim. A little boy with

Pipiriki

Pipiriki is 79 kilometres from the city of Whanganui and is seen as the gateway to the Whanganui National Park. We’d stopped by the kiosk before making our way down

Unintended Consequences

A most fortunate (for we humankind) and unintended consequence of hubris is that it may sometimes take just by, and like the touch of a feather in the tender hand of a

Porches of Solitude

The first person I meet as I walk up from the car park toward St Joseph’s Church at Hiruharama is Sister Anna Maria Shortall. She was walking down to

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