On behalf of all white people, of all New Zealand Europeans who are called Sally or Paul or Abby, who didn't care enough to learn your name properly or your story, I apologise. You deserve better. A person's name is intrinsic and tied to their identity. It is part of who they are, and oftentimes… Continue reading To Anyone with an Ethnic or Indigenous Name
Suicide. Many people that I know, myself included, have contemplated it at difficult periods of our lives. My grandfather died by it – so I never got to meet him – and so did a fellow high school chorister. Those deaths will never ever escape my mind; both for different reasons. People need to come… Continue reading Suicide and the Value of Te Whare Tapa Whā
Isn’t it just borderline extraordinary to consider that everyone who has ever lived and who will ever be born has a unique narrative. Nobody knows the exact same combination of people, nobody has done the same thing in the same place at the same time while thinking the same thoughts as another, nobody has had… Continue reading Tripping on Words
This site has recently been morphing into bimonthly brain dump, but I'm letting it evolve into whatever it wants to be. Little old me has been doing some thoughtful healing/processing/living in the last few months. It's a weird time when you realise the year is over two thirds through and you look back at your… Continue reading Colours
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