Stories from Oceania
I turn fifty next year (wow I know, I'm old!) So I made a list of things I want to do in my fiftieth year of awesomeness. Number one on the list, is I want to do a marathon. And not die. In preparation for that, I have to do a half- marathon THIS year.… Continue reading The Journey begins – with Serena Williams. And chocolate eclairs.
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 message for the Single Ladies from Samoa. (But not the skinny ones.) I got in to New Orleans at 1am and went straight to the hotel which is in the French Quarter. Couldnt sleep because I'm on Samoa time and at 7.30am I was up and out for a walk, doing the tourist thing… Continue reading You Is Beautiful
I'm packing for the Romantic Times Booklovers Convention. Last year it was in Kansas City Missouri and involved various escapades with snowballs, biscuitsngravy and getting reported for excessive noise (ie. Raucous laughter and DietCoke drunkenness) while hanging out in E.L James suite. This year RT is in New Orleans Louisiana. There wont be any surprise… Continue reading Swamp Snakes and Alligators
2013 PIPA Graduates. Photo - Letti Wickman. A Keynote Address given at the 2013 Graduation ceremony for the Pacific Institute of Performing Arts, Auckland. I’m delighted to be here with you young and restless graduates, and with your families and friends, as we celebrate your achievements. I stand in awe of you. Not just because… Continue reading Be Worthy
So if you've read any of my books, or more than one of my blogs, or you have the misfortune to be friends with me on Facebook - then you know I have a soul-wedded affinity with Diet Coke. As in I drink too much of it and write too much about it. As in,… Continue reading I want to stab someone.
Sometimes, daughters can drive you nuts. Big Daughter is a writer and a poet. She is a disgustingly intelligent child. I can even concede she is far more intelligent then I will ever be. (Not that I’m biased or anything. What do I know, I’m just her mother.) I am very proud of Big Daughter… Continue reading When Daughters Drive you Nuts
Reporting to you live from Kansas City Missouri...  So it snowed for 24 hours. And it was beautiful. I went out in it. I took photos of it. I put photos of it on Facebook. (As you do.) And when a TELESA reader in Sydney, Australia challenged me to wear a lavalava and jandals in it… Continue reading Snowball Dooms Samoan Author’s Dreams
Somebody asked me the other day, "how come you don't blog/write about being Mormon? Are you trying to hide it?" It never occurred to me that anyone would construe my NOT blogging about being Mormon as an attempt to 'hide it.' Just like, it never occurred to me to blog about my Mormon-ness purely for… Continue reading Mormons are Satan Worshippers
Lani Wendt Young 