Stories from Oceania
We went to the #RunForAutism Awareness event this morning, organised by the Saturday Seawall Run Club. Great to see the turnout and to hear from some parents of young children with autism, sharing about their experiences. One asked for people to have more kindness, understanding and compassion. 💛 I'm glad to see initiatives here in… Continue reading Autism, Samoa and the Seawall Run Club.
2026 is the 15 years anniversary of publishing my first novel TELESA. I can't quite believe its been fifteen years since?! Which has me reflecting on my writer road, how did it begin and where I am now. (And yes its making me feel super old too.) Born and raised in Samoa, I'm number three… Continue reading 15 years of fiapoto?!
Discover the powerful connection between ancestral wisdom and modern engineering as daughters inherit resilience, culture
Working with young triathletes is about more than medals. Discover how confidence, resilience, and community support transform young lives.
After three years away from fiction, a writer sits down to tell one story only to be swept into a world of magic, fantasy, and unexpected creation.
A heartfelt reflection on Alzheimer's, dementia, and the precious moments when a loved one's awareness returns, even if only briefly.
Red Beyoncé boots spark a bold story about confidence, fun, and showing up in your own way with fearless style and personality.
A tribute to durability. We bought this spin bike from New Zealand way back before Zion was born - so its more than 22 years old. Darren got it so he could do low impact cardio back when he was training for marathons, but he never quite got in to being a person that is… Continue reading Spin with me
Its been 22 years since I taught in any school anywhere. (I can reliably count from when daughter Zion was born because that's when I quit teaching so I could be a full-time parent to our second premature baby!) In those 22 years, I have taught children, teenagers and adults at church, I've done the… Continue reading Who’s the teacher?
Writing accumulated over the year that was the first without Dad. I'm officially in mourning. The Victorians had it right. Change your wardrobe. All black. Curtail your activities and social outings. You didnt get invited to balls and soirees because everybody knew you were in mourning. For the Jewish faith, there is Shiva. The 30-day… Continue reading In Praise of Mourning.