I thought I’d do a mini update after that terrifying hi-I’m-kinda-rull-bad post to say HI I’M NOT THAT BAD NOW. And to write a little love letter to my hair. My hair is something that my sisters and I have always joked is completely wasted on me. I’m lucky to have 3 sisters who are […]Read more "Got No Hurr, (And Yeh, I Care)"
So I’ve been a bit quiet lately. My head is an asshole, and it’s been trying to kill me. Things have been kind of swirling around the sinkhole since last year and it all ended with me at the bottom of the pit. My GP got so freaked out by my frequent appointments where I […]Read more "Going To Hell – And Staying There"
I come from a long line of die-hard Labour supporters. My sisters and I all cried for joy when Helen Clark was elected. When I was 10, I went on a hikoi with a Labour sign, and I held it up proudly for 8 hours – long past when all their MPs had all gone […]Read more "The 1 In 3 Deserve Better – An Open Letter To Andrew Little"
It’s probably not news to anyone that I’ve crash-landed in the Land of Depression. This post is coming to you live from my couch, in all my unwashed, pyjama-ed glory. Sexy times. It’s not really shocking that I’m here. A perfect storm of my friend dying suddenly, being blindsided by the rise of Trump and the unmasking […]Read more "Pity Party: Population Me"
When I was 8, my class used to have to sing this god-awful song called “Dr Knickerbocker”. Now I was a GOOD kid. I was basically the original “goody good”. I remember being so tormented by some childhood misdeed that I actually threw myself at dad’s feet weeping and BEGGING to be smacked (he declined). I […]Read more "The Beasts Aren’t Meant To Be Real"
It’s been a hard couple of days for lots of us. Millions of people voted for a racist, women hating, imbecile as President. I’ve been on a 24/7 patrol keeping my charity’s social media a safe haven for survivors. Keeping it safe from a tidal wave of men who say women deserve to raped – […]Read more "A Lost Battle"
When I was a wee girl, my dad entered me in a study. I don’t remember much apart from playing with some toys with a nice lady who had big glasses, and that afterwards I was given a badge with a singing turtle with my name on it. This was a BIG DEAL because my name […]Read more "How I Fell Down The Cray Hole"