Let’s talk about entitlement
“800 prosecutions a year for bene fraud. 50 a year for tax evasion. Even though it costs us 50x as much.” That’s a tweet from Max Rashbrooke, a journalist who Continue Reading →
Author Archives: writehanded
Sometimes there are bad days
As you would have gathered from Twitter if you follow me – or if you were there! – yesterday was the Nelson Tweetup. It was also a pretty bad day Continue Reading →
Let’s change the world shall we?
Today I received my first negative comment about a post. As much as I had prepared myself for the likelihood this happening, it was still difficult to accept. I think Continue Reading →
Rape Culture and Me
I’m shaking a bit sitting here writing this. I’ve fed the sparrows up on my roof and every time I hear them scrabble around I jump. I’ve been wondering for Continue Reading →
Pills and thrills
I thought I’d write a bit more about food, medication and supplements. Since I got ill, I’ve met many others who have food allergies and digestive issues, or struggle to Continue Reading →
Culture of fear
Being sick has changed the way I look. I’m thinner, I’m older. It’s scary. But the scarier thing is – I like it. I’ve mentioned before that since I’ve been Continue Reading →
Courage
Yesterday The Nelson Mail ran an article about my illness and the blog, written by my good friend Adam Roberts. Those of you who know me personally might remember I Continue Reading →
Another Kiwi dream down the drain
Yesterday, the Reserve Bank finalised their updated regulations on home loans, forcing banks to restrict new lending, and making it unlikely that prospective first home buyers will be able to Continue Reading →
What, no tampons? Quelle horreur!
I wasn’t going to jump on the tampon bandwagon, but here goes. I’ll try to keep this short. Ironically, getting angry makes me more ill – and I’ve never been Continue Reading →
Life from the couch
The worst thing about writing this blog is the feeling that people think I’m complaining. That when I share a post, they’re saying to themselves, ‘God, here goes that whiny Continue Reading →