The rapture of Survival: A collage of post-Waitangi mundane delights
Lois realises in her list of delights, there are no mundane tasks. Is she lazy? Possibly. Probably. She is surrounded by people who excel at the domestic. Lois prefers to document the domestic.
Post-script: Responding to the comments....
This is my wero and karanga back to you e te tuahine. What about that initial vision you talked to me about? Do you remember?
I don't want to write about it but.
When my puku is churning it usually means I have to.
Instructions for (not) Letting Go
A weird and short parable.
An editor lives in my head
Years ago, Lois used to argue with John in actual cafes. They would meet and he would have a long black and her and oat milk flattie. Sometimes they ate (him lasagne with side salad, her a scone which she'd barely touch).
What would happen if you were truly free?
"To get to a place where you could love anything you chose — not to need permission for desire — well now, that was freedom." - Toni Morrison