Let the children cry
Warning; this is a grim read. But possibly worth stomaching if you were ever shamed for crying. I rarely cried as a child. This was due – I think – to being a mostly happy kid, but also due to being … Continued
My HuffPost article: NZ’s dirty secret (aka why I’m a raging meninist as well as a feminist)
This is the article that got me a spot as a Huffington Post contributor. It’s dedicated to two heroes: the courageous young woman in the Stanford sexual assault case and rugby hero and courageous anti-depression campaigner, Sir John Kirwan. The precursor to getting … Continued
I wanted a trophy boyfriend
I wanted a trophy boyfriend. It’s true. It’s also extremely embarrassing. Before you judge me, please know that it took me four decades to become consciously aware of this embarrassing desire. It also took me four decades to realize that, … Continued
Why I call Gorgeous Man Gorgeous Man*
I appreciate that referring to my partner as Gorgeous Man* may be a bit nauseating, but the reasons I call him that are probably not quite what you think. Let me explain… I’ll start by blaming my beloved deceased Nana. She introduced teenage-me to her friends as “My … Continued
I wanted to assault someone – preferably a criminal
I couldn’t believe my luck. My good luck that is. The Indian train conductor had just sprinted though my carriage and locked himself in the train engine in front. I guessed there was a racial problem, as; hot on his heels, two … Continued