She, the Storm and the Sunshine
When she was young she collected rocks – oddly shaped, interestingly-hued stones, mostly from the many tropical beaches we knew, and a few from the chilly riverbeds we visited in New Zealand. I’d smile at the congruity of her hobby. That she with the iron will, the unrelenting stubbornness and the coconut head would choose
My Camera
I lost my camera. It happened maybe two years ago, around the time my house was broken into… twice, even, in less than 3 months (bloody South Auckland street kids). The thing is, I didn’t even notice it was gone until a few weeks later. Or maybe I did notice, but that memory was filed