Four weeks, three generations, 15,000 miles, countless steps, ONE journal. And then I lost the journal.
It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) like disaster - Elizabeth Bishop
Truth and story.
Midnight confessions continued
Mānawatia Matariki!
A quick and unedited update from 11,000 miles away
The things that keep us up at night
A midnight confession
Sometimes we get to keep what we give away (On the Launch of Narrating the Seasons of Grief)
From Wellington to Windsor (via Abu Dhabi)
The satisfaction of a single unobstructed breath
From Sydney airport.... koha for subscribers
The Terrible Quietness
It's dangerous to speak up, but how much more dangerous is it not to?
More truth than my chest could hold
The ongoing stigma of suicide: Please can we stop?
New distance between us, you and me.
My daughter, my ex, and lyrics that bind.
Anatomy of truth
Things I've learned about lies
Poppin' Off Pānui #7:
All your weekend reading, listening and watching sorted