blog, children, cookies, New Zealand, Ryan Reynolds, school -, sex, sleepless in samoa, teaching

Six Sleepless Favorites

As 2011 wraps up, it's that time of year when everybody and their donkey's aunt starts compiling lists. Today marks the official anniversary of the Young and Restless Family's move from Samoa to NZ. Daaayuum we made it! One year. Looking back over a year of blogging and more blogging, I realized that this blog… Continue reading Six Sleepless Favorites

children, cultural identity, family conflict, New Zealand, parenting, samoa, writing

Samoans. We’re everywhere.

The world can be a very small place when you're Samoan. The extended family is key in our culture. So no matter where you go, you can be sure that you will stumble across someone who you're vaguely related to. Who knows your parents. Your aunty. Who went to school with your cousins. Who comes… Continue reading Samoans. We’re everywhere.

job hunting challenges, New Zealand, samoa blog, sleepless in samoa, subway sandwich

Rejected. By a Sandwich.

If you love me, if you have a shred of loyalty to me, if you ever at any time – smiled upon me with favor and friendship. Then you will never eat a sandwich from Subway again. That’s right. I am calling for all my eager avid readers ( all three of you) to stage… Continue reading Rejected. By a Sandwich.

moving, New Zealand, running, samoa

Bush knives, drunks, dogs and ditches.

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.

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Mountains of JUNK

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