Happy new year everybody! It’s taken me until 2 January to write a New Years’ post. I am trying to take a holiday. I need one. Last year consisted of a succession of hammer blows for myself and family, coalescing to make one of the worst years since 1984. As for 2016? The unknown stretches out… More Here’s to 2016!
WordPress did something horrible to my blog on Monday. My header and background suddenly vanished and nothing I did could restore it. I did some checking and discovered I wasn’t alone – most of the WordPress community had been hit by it. Apparently it was a botched attempt by WordPress to adjust the menu system.… More Nice blog. Pity if anything, you know, ‘happened’ to it…
This week Auckland writer Bev Robitai tagged me to join in the ‘Lovely Blog Hop’ – a round-robin of general all-round fun in which authors outline seven things that got them writing. My story starts in 1970, when I was 8. Lots and lots and lots and lots of books. As a kid, I was surrounded… More Oh, what a lovely blog hop!
For me a new year always seems to bring a sense of anticipation. We cannot know our future – but we can influence what happens, have direction, and hold to our dreams. That, for me, is the promise of a new year. And it seems to me, as climate change becomes a pressing reality and… More Welcome to 2015, and hope for a wonderful year to come
Every so often a year rolls by that has an impact on those who lived through it – an impact so intense that the year becomes iconic, legendary. Like 1914, the year that the First World War began – a trauma that divided the old world from the new and set the current shape of… More Wrapping up the year by the numbers
Earlier this year I finally got Facebook going. I’d had a placeholder for a while. With a common popular name like mine, you can’t afford not to. But I hesitated to do Facebook. Part of it was time. I’d rather do one or two things well online than spread thin and do nothing adequately. There… More Plunging into Facebook…finally…
My old primary school, Nelson Park School, is marking its centenary this weekend. Am I going to the various events? Go figure. My earliest memory there, from 1968, is of being slammed across the face by my teacher. Wham! I’d never been hit before. I was five. I have no idea why the teacher hit me, but back then it didn’t take… More Ego igitur puniar: my childhood adventures at Nelson Park School, Napier