Rap singer, novel writer, Shoebox Christmas freedom fighter
A lot of people you love have struggled with alcohol, I never thought I was one of them. But it’s been five months since I had a drink, and I realise now that I had never been in control of my relationship with drinking.
Not being in control of that relationship can mean different things for different people: sometimes wasted days hungover, sometimes sickness, jail, depression, sometimes death. So this is an important letter for you both.
Dear Huhana and Kāhu, I hope by the time you’re reading this, these two pictures about staying alive and healthy will be just as cool as each other. I visited a counsellor last week. I’m sure a lot of other
Dear H, This one is pretty personal and there’s a lot packed into the paragraphs, so take your time reading them. These first three letters were the hardest for me to write. But I did so instead of sitting down with you when you’re older,
Dear Huhana and Kāhu, Last night I dreamed my Grandad Ray (your Great Grandfather), had passed away. In the dream, my phone rang. “Hello?’ “Hey,” Mum said, “Grandad’s died.” Three words. I felt my stomach drop, but Mum sounded so composed. No surprise
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