This summer I embarked on a 2 week solo roadie around the East Coast of our North Island. In normal times, this would be an absolute indulgence; but this year even more so. I am very aware of how privileged I am to be able to do this. And I’m trying to fill and appreciate … Continue reading Tales from the Road #5 – Falling from Grace
This summer I embarked on a 2 week solo roadie around the East Coast of our North Island. In normal times, this would be an absolute indulgence; but this year even more so. I am very aware of how privileged I am to be able to do this. And I’m trying to fill and appreciate … Continue reading Tales from the Road #4 – Guilty as charged
This summer I embarked on a 2 week solo roadie around the East Coast of our North Island. In normal times, this would be an absolute indulgence; but this year even more so. I am very aware of how privileged I am to be able to do this. And I’m trying to fill and appreciate … Continue reading Tales from the Road – #3 Testicles
This summer I embarked on a 2 week solo roadie around the East Coast of our North Island. In normal times, this would be an absolute indulgence; but this year even more so. I am very aware of how privileged I am to be able to do this. And I’m trying to fill and appreciate … Continue reading Tales from the Road – #2 Alone
This summer I have embarked on a 2 week solo roadie around the East Coast of our North Island. In normal times, this would be an absolute indulgence; but this year even more so. I am very aware of how privileged I am to be able to do this. And I’m trying to fill and … Continue reading Tales from the Road.. #1 The Arts
My daily meanderings take my past the local BMX track. It's obscured by trees and embankments, but you can hear the shrieks and whirrs of peddles as they shoot past. And there is a part that rises above the Palisade, where if you time it right, you see the cyclist fly by, often airborne, always … Continue reading Peddling
A year ago, I was sitting on my couch thumbing through a book I had got for Christmas and scrolling through Twitter, when I realized someone I followed in the support group #RecoveryPosse, was doing exactly the same thing. Cue the start of a very cool, trans-Hemisphere friendship, based initially on words, but would grow … Continue reading Dear Me Part(s) 2
In recent days I have been brought to mind of the very long running radio series “Letters from America”, by Alister Cooke which ran from 1946 to a month before his death in 2004. A staggering 2869 episodes. Cosy chats about everything from the very first broadcast – sailing from Southampton to New York, accompanying … Continue reading A Letter to America
Back in January, I wrote a blog about the people who live on the periphery of our lives “The Regulars” (https://chrissiestable.com/2020/01/31/the-regulars/ ) And I wrote about Dave, who was moving from a regular to a friend…. As summer came to a close; we would see each other most days, and chat. He was English, always … Continue reading “Tara Chook, Keep Smiling”
1 September 2019, I was away, laughing, smiling, life and soul of the party…. But hiding, very well I thought, my little secret. After a decade of utter crap, I thought I was “burnt out”. I was of course depressed, but it would take another 3 months or so, before I would use that word … Continue reading 1 September 2019
