No Kidding in NZ

My husband died late last month. It still seems unbelievable to write it, let alone say it or live it. In the end, things happened quite qui...

I’m slowly coming to the end of this Gifts of Infertility Series. The one big issue I haven’t yet touched on, the issue that I don’t write ...

Recovering from my surgery has been slow but steady.  Not there yet, but on the right track, which is good.  My husband has been good - with...

Tonight is our last night in Puglia.  Tomorrow we head for Rome, the airport, and fly out on Tuesday.  That will be the end of three wonder...

Many women say that they have only ever wanted to be mothers.  And they feel lost when that turns out not to be an option.  Whilst I have n...

My parents’ generation here in New Zealand adhered to the principles of the Protestant work ethic - my father-in-law in particular. He bel...

My husband celebrated his birthday on the weekend.  Since we married many many moons ago, we have always done something special on our bir...

I got a few comments on my Huff Post piece saying “what about the men?”   They ran rather sarcastically along the lines of “men don’t co...

So much discussion around infertility is about what we’ve lost, about pain and grief.   But we don’t have a monopoly on that.   No, this...

The article referred to in my previous post made a second point I want to address.   After lambasting grieving parents for sharing their...