I'm going to stop saying IM TOO SLOW TO CALL MYSELF A RUNNER…IM NOT A REAL TRIATHLETE…NO IM JUST A SLOTH SLUG… Because this week I found myself: Moving my long run to Tuesday, because I'm doing a triathlon on Saturday instead. Like, WHO EVEN AM I ?Running 10km nonstop. Since when have I done… Continue reading I’m not a sloth slug anymore.
So if you’re a hermit introvert (with the added plus of an anxiety disorder) like me, then you will already know about the incredible amount of energy and angst that can go into leaving the house for a social gathering. It doesn’t matter if it’s an event you’re really looking forward to, with people you… Continue reading Why I deserve a Gold Medal
The coastal village of Matala prided itself on being a community that worked together. United to carry out village projects. Their village had won first place in the Teuila Festival National Dance competition, for the last five years running. Their cricket team was unbeatable in Upolu. And they were awarded certificates every year in the… Continue reading Warriors from Weavers
Iva wondered a lot about the woman who had bitten her. Did Dora wake up that morning and feel sick? Dizzy? Breathless? Did she make breakfast for her husband and feel the gnawing of a hunger for human flesh? Was she walking past him and then lose it in an instant, leap and bite? Or… Continue reading Zombies in Samoa?
I wrote this in my journal two years ago and am sharing it here because I still need the reminder! I wrote it after finishing my first EnTri triathlon which was a 500m swim, 10km bike, and 3km run. Almost everything that could go wrong in my triathlon yesterday - went wrong. I had an… Continue reading What else could possibly go wrong?! Everything.
This year is the 10th anniversary of my first novel, Telesa. The book of my heart that was rejected by 30+ agents/publishers, so we published it ourselves - has since become the story that has lit a #PasifikaReadingFire in so many worldwide. I am honored that Telesa has influenced and inspired many other Oceania creatives… Continue reading Has it really been TEN years?!
It's 2am and I'm hot. No, not as in HOT to get busy with that man who sleeps in the same bed as me. (Even though he is rather delicious.) And not HOT as in supermodel strutting down a catwalk HOT DAAAYUUM GIRL YOU ARE ON FIRE WITH YOUR SEXILICIOUS SELF hot either. I'm not… Continue reading I’m a Hot Woman of the Night.
Thirteen years ago our lastest baby was born premature, via an emergency c-section at National Womens Hospital in Auckland New Zealand. She arrived after I stayed in hospital for many weeks trying to #keepHerInUtero and growing for as long as possible. I was sick with pre-eclampsia and each day as I got more swollen and… Continue reading Bella’s World
I was invited to speak at a Youth Careers Evening where two of my Fab5 would be in attendance. In other words, the possibility of embarassing my children was very real. Big Daughter's advice - "Tell them about going on book tour and all the people that line up for you to sign their book.… Continue reading You Can’t Handle The Truth.
A powerful read. Thought-provoking.
Your sex drive? It’s your problem.
I know you’ve been led to believe that it’s the girl’s fault; the way she dresses, the shape of her body, her flirtatious nature, her mixed messages.
I know you’ve grown-up reading and hearing that since guys are really “visual”, that the ladies need to manage all of that by covering-up and keeping it hidden; that they need to drive this whole physical relationship deal, because we’re not capable.
That’s a load of crap.
You and me, we are visual.
We do love the shape of women’s bodies.
We are tempted and aroused by their physicality.
And all of that, is on us, not on them.
You see, we actually live…
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