The Weekly: The Big and the Mundane

The Weekly – 13th March 2017 Something big has happened. I can’t talk about it yet, but it’s something I’ve been waiting for my entire life. It arrived, as do all desires, [...]

The (long overdue) Weekly

The Weekly – 7th March 2017 “I do not wish to be good. I wish to be hell on wheels, or dead.” – Martha Gellhorn Time has been on fast-forward. March is traditionally my [...]

The Weekly: Time

The Weekly – 13th February 2017 I’ve been obsessed with time these past two weeks. Things that are happening in the present are reminding me of the past, and the ghosts lurking behind [...]

The Weekly: A Flash of Summer

The Weekly – 30th January 2017 Last week beat me up. I pulled off my two deadlines, and my editors are pleased with the stories, which is a crushing weight lifted. I never appreciate how [...]

The Weekly: Two Years in Wanaka

The Weekly – 23 January 2017 It’s our two-year anniversary of living in Wanaka! I first stumbled across this tiny alpine town with my sister Erin, while on my first assignment for National [...]

The Weekly: Being Still

The Weekly – 17 January 2017 I’m not good at being still. I never have been. Whenever my life is quiet, peaceful, routine, I do something to rattle that cage. I’m not sure if I [...]

2017 – The Return of The Weekly

The Weekly – 10th January, 2017 For the first 10 years I lived in New Zealand I wrote an email blog for close family and friends. I called it The Weekly. As I was completely absent from [...]

Don’t Mention The War…

Not too long ago I had the privilege of attending an elegant dinner with my fiance, Chris. It was an evening I was very much looking forward to, although I always feel out of place at these [...]

Keep Showing Up

I’ve never written about 9/11. I can usually avoid thinking about it, until I turn the calendar page to September. My eyes always go to the square with the 11th first, until I tear my eyes [...]

Print’s Premature Obituary (long live books!)

I love books. I don’t just mean the stories; I love actual books. I find them bewitching: their weight in my hands, the creak of the spine as they’re opened, the musty smell, the gentle swish of [...]

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