Mutes and Earthquakes
I’m reading a book about writing. I do that a lot. It’s a good excuse for not writing, because at least I’m reading about writing, so I’m doing something productive, right?
I’m reading a book about writing. I do that a lot. It’s a good excuse for not writing, because at least I’m reading about writing, so I’m doing something productive, right?
The only problem with having the comments turned off here is: I don’t hear from you. As a writer, I know that this is both difficult and inevitable. You put your Continue Reading →
I spent the last week in Wellington. It was really great, but the word that stayed in my mind and kept coming up in conversation was the same: frustrated.
A friend of mine just became a mother for the second time. Another friend is waiting to be induced. Another is to-ing and fro-ing about whether to go for it Continue Reading →
Recently I took part in a Colmar Brunton survey about Work and Income, which was commissioned by the Ministry for Social Development. The questions were… interesting. So I requested them Continue Reading →
Today my friend was refused a disability fare on the bus, despite carrying her disability card and her cane. The driver laughed at her and told her she “wasn’t blind.” She Continue Reading →
GUEST POST. Long stretches of State Highway One, devoid of mobile coverage and away the relentless titter of the Twitter. This was how I spent, and celebrated, International Women’s Day.
“Don’t wait for the light at the end of the tunnel. Get the bloody torch and take it there yourself.”
As you may know from this post, I’m required to reapply for the benefit every twelve months. This is yet another of the delightful results of the Jobseeker Benefit and Continue Reading →
Well, this is a few days, really. I just wanted to share a few things I’ve been struggling with. One of the main reasons I write is to, hopefully, give Continue Reading →