How not to talk to me about racism

Facebook. It giveth with one hand, it taketh with the other. On the one hand I can easily glom* onto already organised toddler gatherings with the greatest of ease and share pics of my kid with his whanau, on the other hand I get an insight into the mindset and politics of people whom I…

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When dreams die

As I keep mentioning, I am turning 40 later this year. I partly keep mentioning it so that I will be ridiculously chilled out about it when it happens, but also in the vain hope that people will respond with “Forty? No WAY. You don’t look a day over thirty-mumble”. Thankfully, several folk have been…

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Things I learned from being on fire

Yesterday I set myself on fire. And I don’t mean that figuratively in a “I got wildly excited about something*”. I literally set myself on fire. This happened in the course of me making soup. I was heating the beginnings of said soup on the stove and noticed a bit of smoke, presumably from something…

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Confessions of an immigration detainee

Whilst travelling in foreign countries, any number of calamities might befall the unwary wanderer – third-degree sunburn, a virulent case of “Delhi belly”, pickpockets – but surely the most calamitous of all must be to lose your passport. Yes folks, when I cock up, I cock up muy, muy grande.

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