Author: Katherine

When I was nine I had a rock ‘n’ roll friend. Her name was Tracy and we made friends at Owairoa Primary in Howick, or “Howick By The Sea” as the local businesses decided to call it. There were five… Continue Reading →

I’ve been collecting bad art for around 18 months now. It’s really helped me through some stressful life situations. If I think back though, I’ve been interested in bad art all my life. Bad art, bad movies, bad recipes, bad… Continue Reading →

I remember lying in bed at night in around 1982, worrying to death about the big problems. I came from an uncomplicated family. We basically lived in central Suburbia. We were a “dad had a few Lion Browns last night… Continue Reading →

If you haven’t met Extremely Extreme Sports Dad, he can be described as a lanky 30-something energizer battery, permanently dressed in Climatech gear, perpetually on his Bluetooth headset, and always with around 4-5 children in tow. When we last saw… Continue Reading →

I am always reminded of that time I sat across from you And watched your eyes without you knowing I was and traced the outline of the left side of your head  with imaginary fingers listening to you speak in… Continue Reading →

There’s a new sports dad on the scene at my children’s school—and this one is as badass as his name suggests. I think he might be called Lachie, and he is Very Definitely Into The America’s Cup. He’s also done… Continue Reading →

It was Valentine’s Day. Jacinda Ardern was on the television standing next to Dr Ashley Bloomfield in the Beehive Theatrette, while Tarquin was strapped to his gaming rig, mouse in one hand and Monster in the other. Mum was updating… Continue Reading →

I was an awkward teen, a late starter in every way possible. I seemed to hit puberty later than everyone else. I lost my virginity at 18, way after everyone else. All through school until I left, I was a… Continue Reading →

Tarquin stretched and yawned. It was a new, fresh day. There was nothing on his to-do list other than to roll over and sleep until 12:35, then hop out of bed and head to the kitchen where his mother was… Continue Reading →

I was in Countdown today, and noticed the entire toilet paper section had been wiped clean, just like a computer hard drive. All that remained was the shelving and a few redundant price tags. Couples rounded the aisle entrance, hopeful… Continue Reading →

Has there been anything more awkward in the last year than seeing the men of New Zealand making a trip to the supermarket, clutching a set of cloth shopping bags? Most of us have now completely adjusted to this modern-day… Continue Reading →

Today on my errands, I happened upon a pair of mobile drape ladies, one of the most terrifying archetypes in human existence. Mobile drape ladies are a pair of ladies that travel in a Spotlight-branded van. They park up outside… Continue Reading →