Home. For 18 years, my home was a beautiful house by Lake Pupuke in Takapuna. Home was a huge family, beautiful summers, my mum and dad, winter holidays in the South Island. And then I left home, and wandered a bit, as you do, and mum and dad built a house in the country. That was their new home, but it was never mine. I went overseas, and NZ was always home. I pined for her, and breathed again when I returned. I met Ian shortly after, and his home became my home, and I've been here ever since.
But home, to me, is more about the people I love, and communities who have embraced me.. I found my first home, in that regard, in my friend Carol. For 33 years, I was at home in her heart. I found home in the community of Mangere, my place of work for the last ten years. And since Carol died, I have found my home in a small house in Mangere where there is an ever changing cast of characters, and some vital steady hearts. For me, home really is where the heart is.
Nga mihinui, Claudia.
I eat McDonalds because I choose to.
My diet is nobody else's business,
I also make the lives of a lot of people bearable, and dare I say it, better.
So no, I don't need your advice.
Thanks for your concern.
Then let's stick to that, shall we?
Sardines are foul.
I eat quite a lot of McDonalds.
This old saw.
I have taught in low socioeconomic areas for 20 years.
I am the donations coordinator at the Mangere Women’s Refuge and I’m with the women and their kids quite a bit.
The solutions to these problems are not as simple as some commenters may have suggested. Neither do the solutions presented seem to work. For a very simple reason.
Not all people are the same, and you cannot target specific portions of the community and expect things to change.
If we are really interested in slowing down all the sugary food intake, a multi pronged approach is required.
Not all people struggling financially eat junk food.
Not all Maori/Pasifika people are obese.
Not all people who earn enough to live on eat healthily.
And on we go.
If we could stop with the judgements, and actually think properly about what’s causing the problems, we may get somewhere,
How to deal with it.
How to have more of it.
These are the things I learn as I age.
In my forties (late late forties), I lost my world. I found renewed passion and vigour and a new purpose in other people.
I am incredibly proud to out Dita as part of my #kapawhaea for the refuge. She is a kind, compassionate woman and I have always enjoyed her columns. Her words, this morning, hit me right in the heart, and it saddens me to know that her voice, and that of others like her, is on the wane.
Newspapers are an important platform because, whether we like it or not, people seem to form opinions based on those they find in their daily rag. Those of us who don't read the paper are not the ones who are damaging this country - it's the voters who are swayed by what they read/see who are.
Having strong voices in the MSM, in opposition to this government, is a vital component of the sea change that is necessary in this country. Sadly, they are few and far between, and so the rest of us will need to speak up louder.
Hello, my friends.
Things at Auntie Central are getting busy (well, it’s always busy to be honest).
I wanted to say thank you for everything the PAS readership and community have done for the refuge, and keep you up to date a bit.
I’ve done a weeny bit of media sort of stuff in the last few months.
So that tells you more about what this has turned into since my very first post on this about 9 months ago.
Thanks for everything you do, and are.
I couldn’t have done any of this without your support.
I just wanted to pop in and say thank you to everyone from PAS who has supported the refuge in the last 18 months. And I have exciting news. We have a givealittle - after a lot of consideration, and it being a dream of mine to feed the families at refuge, I have partnered with a dear friend of mine. We have a bank account and a givealittle page solely designed to feed the families. The givealittle page is here.. If you wish to contribute on a regular basis, our account number is : 12-3069-0308648-01
Thank you so much.
I don't understand this Ben. I'm not sure what you mean.
To me, personally, rape culture means this: that I feel (felt) responsible, that society makes me feel responsible, for my own safety.
That if I step outside the bounds of what is deemed "safe", then it's my fault, whatever happens to me.
That the perpetrator is seen as someone who cannot be changed, and therefore the victim is always at fault.
At age 50, I always have to be aware of walking alone.
After a lifetime of this shit, yes, I am not happy about it. And something needs to change.
Rape culture is really about entitlement, in my view. This is my space, I am in this space, if you are in my space and you get hurt, more fool you.
Except that often we are in our own spaces.
Clarification would be good, on what you mean.