In November last year, a few of your local Haheitians managed to finally make a trip happen that had been on the ‘Missions’ list for years …
My parents weren’t serial liars, so they didn’t have to remember all their past lies to maintain their credibility. They only had to remember the two relevant dates concerning my birth.
Fiona Gates describes her journey to clay as both a homecoming and a rediscovery. Growing up in Tāmaki Makaurau before settling in Coroglen, she found in the Coromandel not just the beauty of beach and bush, but a stable foundation for her whānau and creative life.
You might tell a friend over a cup of coffee that you’ve got a sore back. But, “Guess what happened, my bladder/uterus/rectum slipped …”?
Living in Whitianga for over 50 years, I have witnessed the rapid decline of our native trees/shrubs/grasses/food sources and habitat for our native birds, insects, bees and butterflies.
In November last year, a few of your local Haheitians managed to finally make a trip happen that had been on the ‘Missions’ list for years …
My parents weren’t serial liars, so they didn’t have to remember all their past lies to maintain their credibility. They only had to remember the two relevant dates concerning my birth.
Fiona Gates describes her journey to clay as both a homecoming and a rediscovery. Growing up in Tāmaki Makaurau before settling in Coroglen, she found in the Coromandel not just the beauty of beach and bush, but a stable foundation for her whānau and creative life.
You might tell a friend over a cup of coffee that you’ve got a sore back. But, “Guess what happened, my bladder/uterus/rectum slipped …”?
Living in Whitianga for over 50 years, I have witnessed the rapid decline of our native trees/shrubs/grasses/food sources and habitat for our native birds, insects, bees and butterflies.
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