Author: Katherine

It has occurred to me that many of us are harbouring some form of imposter syndrome; for me I know it to be true. I can’t remember a time where I didn’t feel like some sort of fraud, even as… Continue Reading →

It was Easter 2021 and Tarquin was off on a “roadie with the olds” like so many other New Zealand teens. With a can of V and just enough data for a few rounds of CoD, he put his rugby-socked… Continue Reading →

You might remember the Mobile Drape Ladies from their last crazy adventure, which was basically sewing up an incredibly accurate set of robust drapes, all in a day’s work, really. Well, Marg and Pat are back—and fierce as ever—and this… 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 Lockdown 4.0 now. After three (in his own very humble opinion on reddit) politically unsuccessful other lockdowns, Tarquin finally decided to try out this online learning caper he kept hearing about. He’d learned to switch off his Google… 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 →

At this time of year, there is always one article in the national newspaper that tells mums across the land, of easy life hacks to make school-lunch choices a breeze. The ladies in these articles are food bloggers, which in… Continue Reading →

It was Tarquin’s year. While everyone around him was falling to pieces over lockdowns or masks or Trump or Judith Collins, Tarquin had actually quite enjoyed the apocalypse. And then the strangest thing happened. It was the day that Twitter… 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 →

Any of you who are aged 50 years old or older will remember the good old days of buying second-hand goods in New Zealand. They were the days of the Trade & Exchange. If you wanted a good second-hand fridge… 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 →