Someone I was speaking to recently described themselves as “allergic to mindfulness” – And I thought god yes, me too. But I was wrong.
I don’t usually watch Shortland Street, but last night I tuned in about halfway through. In the closing scene, a woman is collecting some takeaway food. The male server offers Continue Reading →
Except I do, of course. And I bought this one because of three things: the title, the cover, and the recommendation. I didn’t know anything about it.
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.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it until my last breath. Lord give me the confidence of a mediocre white man.