Why I Travelled Eight Hours in a Car to See a Lady I Don’t Know

'These are no ordinary watersWe are not ordinary beneficiaries. We are kaitiaki in the truest sense.We are tangata whenua.Anything that upsets these waters or interferes with their flow should never be permitted.' Ron Wihongi, Ngawha Kaitiaki (1924–2016) My flatmate gave me a strange look as I opened the car door. ‘Why are you going there … Continue reading Why I Travelled Eight Hours in a Car to See a Lady I Don’t Know

The Hardest Thing about Being a Writer

I packed my bags, hopped into my orange Nissan and I drove. A picturesque town where locals walk around in jandals holding surfboards all year round was waiting for me. My new home. The opposite from the big city lights of Auckland. Paradise. And yet it was chaos. Finding a new home. Changing jobs. Adjusting … Continue reading The Hardest Thing about Being a Writer