A night out…as a woman

Just in case anyone would like to know what it's like being a woman on a night out, this is an account of last Saturday night out in a bar in Wellington. I'd suggest it's not an uncommon experience for a lot of women, and one that most women might think when reading that's not that... Continue Reading →

City living

I've just moved into Christchurch city centre. Like really, actually, smack bang in the middle. I'd never considered myself much of a city person, let alone to live in the middle of one. But Christchurch is a bit different (it's very leafy). When I first became single I moved from a small country village into... Continue Reading →

A year in people #57 – Scott Watkins

You know when enough time passes and you can't remember how you first got chatting to someone? That's what I'm like with Scott. I *think* it was on Twitter, and then at parkrun, but it could have been the other way around. He's the run director/top dog/organiser person at Albert Park parkrun in Melbourne, and I... Continue Reading →

Running away

When I was a kid I was captivated with running away. Not in the traditional sense to get away from your family and hating your life, no no (I liked my life), more to 'go on an adventure'. I harboured dreams of having a bag packed and heading out into the unknown. I even persuaded... Continue Reading →

A year in people #56 – Lily

Back in 2009, I had a message telling me I should go to see Lily in Lincoln hospital asap, like, that day, as there was a chance she might not make it. She was very poorly. This week I sent a Happy Birthday message to my friend and old boss. We're still in touch, 10... Continue Reading →

A year in people #55 – J

I'd just split up with my boyfriend (read: was dumped) here in New Zealand and had nowhere to live. I was fairly new, didn't know that many people, didn't really know what to do and was just generally feeling a bit sideswiped and shit. I had one new friend, B, who I'd messaged, telling her... Continue Reading →

Feral children and the Death Slide

I sometimes wonder how it is that my brother and I ended up as [fairly] normal adults, because we were pretty feral children. We lived in the middle of nowhere and were given free reign to go cause chaos in the countryside. We'd spend hours outside either in the orchard, or out and about on... Continue Reading →

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