Last night there was a hysterical meltdown when I informed the Beast she could NOT have her chicken sleep in her bed. (This is directly correlated to the fact that the Beast still sleeps in MY bed and there is no way in hell I was having a McNugget sitting on my pillow.) The Beast… Continue reading "But Mama, I love him!"
Author: Lani Young
Lani Young is an international bestselling author of YA fantasy, contemporary romance and literary fiction. The 2018 Pacific Laureate, her work is inspired by the diverse mythology of Oceania and the richness of her cultural heritage as a Samoan / Maori woman.
The root of all evil. A shortage of Meanness.
Much to HRH’s chagrin, I have never been very ‘good with money’. I’m no good at making it. Saving it. Or budgeting it.I am however, very good at spending it. How to ensure these are not weaknesses passed on to one’s children? ( because lets face it, FIVE children who are only good at spending… Continue reading The root of all evil. A shortage of Meanness.
Older Men…
I try very hard to be the kind of parent whose children feel like they can come and talk to you – about EVERYTHING. This requires that one keep a neutral unpanicked facial expression, even though inside, one may be screaming OHMIGOSH HELL NO! (That sort of honest response is sure to freak out the… Continue reading Older Men…
A Chicken called Nugget.
Today my babysitter brought a gift to work for the Beast. A baby chicken. A real live endlessly cheeping one. With fluffy soft wings and little webbed feet. The Beast is completely entranced with it. 'My chicken!' (much embracing and squeezing and smothering of aforementioned chicken.) Miraculously, the bird has made it alive through the… Continue reading A Chicken called Nugget.
A Curse.
Two weeks ago, somebody broke into my old house and stole stuff. Including an ancient video camera with 6 mini-cassette tapes in the camera bag. I dont care about the stereo they heaved out through the window or even the video camera. What I am cut to ribbons by is the loss of the tapes.… Continue reading A Curse.
Just. Like. That.
The other day, HRH and I had an argument. I can’t even remember what it was about. All I can say with certainty is that we spat and hissed and then stomped away from each other. He to work. And me to chauffeur children to school. We did not speak again for the remainder of… Continue reading Just. Like. That.
John Campbell and some bloodthirsty mosquitoes.
So John Campbell has stirred up a flurry of blood thirsty mosquitoes with his brief show on ‘misuse of tsunami aid relief funds.’ Now let’s be clear - I like Mr Campbell. He’s nice to look at( but of course Im not that superficial…there are other things I look for in a person that determine… Continue reading John Campbell and some bloodthirsty mosquitoes.
Todays news is tomorrows rubbish.
So life has been rather hectic lately – hence the absence of current blogs. But I thought I would take a moment to share with you some nuggets of wisdom which I have accumulated over the last two weeks as my very first book has been thrust upon an unsuspecting public. The DO’s and DON’Ts… Continue reading Todays news is tomorrows rubbish.
Just a Mongrel.
Last week the newly appointed Miss Samoa told everyone that she was proud to be from Samoa…because we are a nation with 90% “pure Samoans.” What the hell does that mean? What makes a Samoan ‘pure’? And if SOME of us are designated pure – what does that make the rest of us? Impure? Tainted?… Continue reading Just a Mongrel.
Mad with Memories.
Today we are moving to a rental house so we can renovate our home in preparation for it to be sold. I am screaming at my kids. And stomping through mountains of suitcases and boxes. All unnecessarily. Whatever you do, don’t visit me today. Or call me. Moving is making me mad. Why? At 3am… Continue reading Mad with Memories.
Lani Wendt Young 