
Living for the Likes – How Do You Present Yourself Online?
When you scroll through your social media feeds – whether it’s Facebook, Instagram, or even LinkedIn – what do you see?

When you scroll through your social media feeds – whether it’s Facebook, Instagram, or even LinkedIn – what do you see?

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.

I wake early and busy myself with packing a bag, fussing over a layered outfit – Melbourne’s weather can be more volatile than home – then anxiously sift through old writings in an attempt to reassure myself that I have at least a semblance of know-how, worthy of the weekend ahead.

When you scroll through your social media feeds – whether it’s Facebook, Instagram, or even LinkedIn – what do you see?

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.

I wake early and busy myself with packing a bag, fussing over a layered outfit – Melbourne’s weather can be more volatile than home – then anxiously sift through old writings in an attempt to reassure myself that I have at least a semblance of know-how, worthy of the weekend ahead.