Archive for July 2014

the tampon ad that changed my life

July 31, 2014

It was 2007, and I had been back in New Zealand for a few months when I saw it. In ninety seconds, three women engaged in variously implausible scenarios: horse riding in white jeans and dancing in a strobe-lit club while not being sweaty. They ended up arm in arm, splashing their feet in the ocean as the sun rose. Predictably, […]

we’re all abuzz!

July 27, 2014

I think it was on our second or third date that Ash mentioned his lifelong dream of becoming a beekeeper. And earlier this morning, we carefully poured his first harvest of honey into 40 little hexagonal glass jars. I totally got to put the lids on! Ash got his first hive three seasons ago. He […]

the problem with first world problems

July 21, 2014

Rex: a massive ball of furry ennui. We all have our particular flavour of suffering. Mine has been about my relationships with my body, my grief and my father; believing that I was worthy of a Big Love, and trusting that my true purpose in the world was not in a tower made of glass and steel. Of […]

9 things I’ve learned after six months of full-time ladypreneurials

July 20, 2014

This guy is epic at his job (though I worry his little arms will get tired). I’m a CEO. It’s only been in the last few weeks that I have properly completely understood that I need to be a Coach and a business owner. Experimenting is the bestest! Playing with ideas keeps me innovating: the idea of […]

as big as the sky

July 15, 2014

image credit: Xanthe Berkeley  If you’d like to hear me read this to you – with a soundtrack from deep in the woods behind our house where this message came to me/you/all of us – just click here:   Dear lovely first-time and love-you-longtime readers all, I love you. I love your unwashed body and […]

the reboot

July 11, 2014

As they wheeled me into theatre, I took lots of deep slow breaths. I noticed the smell first: metallic and antiseptic, I was momentarily transported back to the communal outdoor swimming pool of my childhood. An Indian man in scrubs smiled kindly and introduced himself – he chattered away, apologising for the temperature of the […]