It’s 1976 and Mum and Dad come to the USA, to visit me.
My Dad springs a surprise and I discover the look of pride .
On trepidation, tripping, and solidarity
Footbridges and other worries
My Dad, Tsunami, The Napier Soundshell, and Me
“You know, I once heard that your life is defined by what you do when presented with the need for a Plan-B.” As said to my blogging buddy, Dan, by his driver. If my father was a ghost this is where he’d hang out. It’s the Napier Soundshell […]
Next to Normal in Waipawa
An hour’s drive south of Napier, past the tiny settlement of Otane, the small town of Waipawa (Misty River, in English) nestles between the hills and the Waipawa river. It’s purportedly one of the oldest inland towns in New Zealand. And it is small, even by […]
Despair in the blogosphere – how you can help
Late one night a week or so ago I was browsing around sites I follow in the blogosphere when I landed on a post titled Goodbye. The writer is articulate and wry, but sometimes confronting. I knew they had a tough time of it. I thought perhaps […]
The Caged Bird Sings to Me
“A bird doesn’t sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.”* While I was reading One Hundred Years of Solitude (a book, you may remember, I decided to read after coming across another blogger‘s eulogy to Marquez) Maya Angelou died. So, I thought, what […]
Jill's Scene 
The korero