I’m excited about moving our family to New Zealand. We’ve been living here for 15 years and change is good. But I am worried about the danger. The killers. The robbers. The child abductors. The drunk drivers. The boy racers. The drug dealers. The teacher-stabbers. The school bullies. The over-abundance of fast food options…Then this… Continue reading Bush knives, drunks, dogs and ditches.
I am meant to be packing boxes for our upcoming move to New Zealand. It is taking me a very long time to pack boxes. Because before one can put something into a box and tape it up, one must first ask one's self existentially puzzling questions: Do i need this? Is this important enough… Continue reading Mountains of JUNK