Right. Where were we? Ah yes. March. Four months after I smashed my head on a shelf and thus began my self-imposed prison. As much as I joke about blaming Continue Reading →
Some of the important conversations I’ve been part of this past two weeks have been about what we can do, as white people, to shut down racism wherever we see Continue Reading →
Last weekend, I volunteered as a collector for the Blind Foundation’s annual Red Puppy Appeal. The appeal helps raise money to raise and train guide dogs, which costs approximately $30,000 Continue Reading →
Today I was present at the Mosque in Nelson as the country marked one week since the atrocities committed in Christchurch. The turnout was phenomenal. In general terms, Nelson is pretty Continue Reading →
I wrote about Sugar Magnolia Wilson’s new collection for Booksellers New Zealand. It is an arresting treatise on gender, nature, love, and the unknowable depths of women.
The Nelson fires are not under control, say Civil Defence, and the State of Emergency will stay in place until at least Wednesday. Here’s a list of how you can Continue Reading →
Yesterday I walked out my back door and saw the pillar of smoke billowing over my house. The wind was coming in my direction. I barely thought. I just ran.
I have enough drugs in my house to kill me. Probably three or four times over. And that’s ‘normal.’ That’s just how it is.
My immediate response when I try to search the Mines of Moria of my memory is usually a 404 error, and trying to think about the whole past year crashed Continue Reading →