They say the simplest things in life are often the best. And the older I get, the more I think they are right. So often we are bogged down with the minutinae of everyday life and the luxury to stop for a second just isn’t there. Some days it’s all I can do to get…
It starts with a tickle. Innocent enough. Could be anything, dust, something in the air. But soon, it progresses to a sneeze. And then another one. And another. A few minutes later, your eyes are watering like a rampant river and you realise – with a frustrated sigh – that it’s time to head to…
I was walking through the frozen food section of my local supermarket yesterday when an older lady, probably close to the age of the Groovy Grandma and shopping with her daughter, complimented me on the sparkly stitching design adorning the back pockets of my jeans. It had really caught her eye, she said, and she…
This is Blenheim, where my mother – the Groovy Grandma – lives. It is a small town situated near the top of New Zealand’s south island and lies smack bang in the middle of the Marlborough wine district, an area well-known for its world-class savignon blancs. It is also, very fortuitously for me, the home…
It has been a most exciting time here this week. The circle of life has continued for us as we welcomed with great joy (and a few happy tears) the much-anticipated arrival of the newest member of our family – a beautiful and precious daughter for JT and his Gorgeous Girl. This dark-haired Sweet Pea…
Yes, I’m talking to you… WAIT! We all have to do it several times every day, be it for the barista to make our morning coffee, for the traffic lights to turn green, for the young female teller at the bank to actually serve someone or, for the woman who lives in my neighbourhood trying…
Man, I’m hoping this is a sign of things to come. I wrote just under 500 words yesterday. And it felt good. Like really good. Rereading it this morning, I’m still excited about what’s there on the page. I worried that I might hate it but actually I don’t – plot ideas are even popping…
I think I’m in love. Like seriously. Madly, deeply. Okay, I may be slightly over-exaggerating (writer’s perogative, okay?) but after 5 days I’m here to tell you I have a serious crush happening. There’s an air of anticipation putting a spring in my step and a smile on my face. And at the end of…
Meet Sarah!
Former wild-child of the 80’s, she’s GenX and proud of it. Lives for music concerts, travel that features plane tickets, and lifting heavy at the gym. Forever planning to write more. Friends and family are everything, as are NZ’s All Blacks. Rather partial to a cheeky glass of Pino.
