The morning of Sunday the 23rd arrived, just as I knew and dreaded it would. I woke up early, got a shower, and started packing. 2.5 hours later, I wondered for the 87th time why all the things I brought had expanded while here, and refused to fit neatly into my bags. After wrestling my…

I was always the tomboy. Football on Sundays, projects with Dad in the garage, spending every last minute of daylight playing in the woods...if anyone was excused from housework, I generally was the lucky one. My inability to cook macaroni or peel a potato without risk of injury was possibly a contributing factor as well;…

Guys. I just spent the past week with the coolest person this side of the Cook Strait. If you’ve ever been dragged along on a hike in the woods (“bush” in Kiwispeak) with me, you likely know that my dream job - after I outgrew my cowboy clothes and gave up on being an astronaut…