a damp squib

A squib is a small explosive. A damp one is one that just splutters without the required fizz and bang. My partner is a Red Hot Rager. Like a firework his anger burns hot and then it’s done. He never holds resentments or keeps score. I am more the old Mosquito coil. I sit there … Continue reading a damp squib →

the accidental athlete

As a young immigrant growing up in NZ in the 70s, it was a challenge for a non-athletic girl. I was uncoordinated; a bit unfit and not really interested in sport, either participating or watching – it didn’t make living in a sports obsessed country that comfortable. I swear most NZers are born with a … Continue reading the accidental athlete →