Continue reading “The Little Blue Boat”
‘Careful’ said mum, as the little blue boat rocked in my pudgy fingers. Great paddle of her hand scooped it up; beached it back on the shelf and left me adrift in a sea of sentiment.
Continue reading “A Tomato Affair”
I’m eating one tomato that cost me $3.60 “ That’s outrageous”, you say. “At the grocery store you can buy two punnets for $3”. Let me explain. This is a tale of mishandled finances, stress and lost sleep.
Continue reading “Painting with Words”
There’s always one viewer who can’t stand still long enough to sip in a picture. He’s looking for action and fizz – a heady cocktail of light and sound.
Continue reading “Moving Through the Trash”
This move came with baggage. Not the boxes of household gear (they were easy to shift), but piles of paper folders holding records of notes from our decade long mission to return to a site twisted and ravaged by earthquakes.
Continue reading “Out of Reach”
She’s an explorer, a biologist, a philosopher … and, in the sunshine, a precious jewel with crown of silver filaments; golden wrinkles and ruby kisses.
Continue reading “Cheap and Cheerful”
Second hand clothing may be cheap but my self-worth is now priceless.
Continue reading “A Scent of the Past”
How did it escape the fire?
Continue reading “A Banana of a Journey”
How can I un-taste what my tongue has sampled … and enjoyed?
Continue reading “Creature Comforts”
Sara* had come to live with us a few months prior. Arrived on our doorstep, hidden between layers of oversized black clothing, with downcast eyes and nowhere else to go.
So we invited her in.
Continue reading “The Lilac Timetable”
When I woke up Granny had grinned at me from the glass on the washbasin, now her teeth are wedged in a piece of marmalade toast. I know she won’t bite but am wary of this person who a week ago was a relative stranger.
It’s the seagulls that alert me. When there’s a swarm of them close to shore, I know what’s arriving in my home port in Lyttelton, New Zealand. They fight and cackle and I stand at my window watching fishermen off load their catch …
… or I used to.
Continue reading “Winds of Change”
I’ve been here before … a city shut down; daily lives disrupted and uncertainty about the future.