How not to talk to me about racism

Facebook. It giveth with one hand, it taketh with the other. On the one hand I can easily glom* onto already organised toddler gatherings with the greatest of ease and share pics of my kid with his whanau, on the other hand I get an insight into the mindset and politics of people whom I…

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Christchurch: Urban farmland

Urban farmland? Bit of an oxymoron there, don’t you think, Moata? Mayhaps, pedantic reader. Mayhaps. Then again, I’m not quite sure what else to call my hometown given the odd spate of random livestock appearances we’ve been having.

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