Month: November 2013

  • A Year Later

    For her anniversary last Monday I didn’t light candles or write a letter. I didn’t go to the sea by myself, as I’d halfway thought I would do. I went snorkeling at Shelly Bay with a school group through my volunteer gig and had lunch at an outdoor cafe and didn’t mention it to anyone.…

  • The World And My Place In It

    PLEASE DON’T READ THIS IF YOU DON’T WANT TO READ ABOUT RAPE OR ASSAULT. It feels like everyone I know, in New Zealand and to some extent further abroad, is talking about the Roast Busters right now. Briefly—and seriously, if you can’t read about rape, or rape culture, or rape apologia, then please skip the…