Might we make our own luck? Not mine. Not yours. But ours? Growing up, I thought the kids from rich families were the lucky ones. I imagined all the extra opportunities for success they’d have. Friends in high places and the belief they belong there, intergenerational money to pay away the day-to-day pressures. I was …
Swap the first vowel in your name with the letter u. If the first vowel in your name is u, swap it with the letter a. Now, imagine you’re sitting in class on your first day at a new school. You wait as the teacher reads the roll. You’re ready for your chance to chime …
We probably believe in very different things. Who or what created the earth. What happens when we die. Those are some pretty fundamental beliefs that most of us know we can co-exist with. We have different beliefs about what’s going on around us ALL THE TIME. We look at the same world through our different …
It’s easy to judge an individual based on what we think their choices were. Especially if you’ve never heard the cries of a frustrated child struggling with a boulder that nobody else sees. Especially if you’ve forgotten about the lever you carried since birth.
“Why are we listening to this monkey language?” Said the racists in Paraparaumu standing next to our tamariki.
If you watched George Floyd’s death earlier this year, or the riots and thought how lucky we are to live in Aotearoa where we don’t have systemic racism, you’re in the privileged position of not being subjected to it.
If we’re friends on Facebook or real life, you might know the whole Israel Folau situation pisses me off. If we’re not, I summed up those feelings in this post on: I was reflecting over the weekend on why I’m still feeling/thinking about it. I don’t like carrying that kind of energy around these days, …
Kia ora e hoa mā, Welcome to 2019. Note to self: there is now zero tolerance for anyone writing 2018 in the date field. It’s truly been and gone. I know, we’re already nearly 70 days into the year, this is a late welcome. But for me, mid-February is when the new year feels real. Until …
Happy day-after-Boxing-Day! I’m usually pretty lazy with this website and don’t post much other than the letters to my kids which I think are worth sharing. But I’ve committed to being more proactive at telling the stories I think add value. That’s not a new years resolution. It’s a now resolution. Like everybody, in every …
