I’ve said a lot lately that I am not going to write about welfare any more. I am tired. I am so tired of saying the same things over and Continue Reading →
Every day, nine people are diagnosed with breast cancer in New Zealand. Pink Ribbon Breakfasts are held every May to raise money for vital research.
This week I wrote a piece The Wireless about the science – and experience – of fecal transplants.
I’ve been thinking about the Labels post I made last month, and about the many ways in which we define ourselves.
I signed up to review some poetry for Booksellers New Zealand. The nerd in me is ridiculously happy.