The endless procession of stretchers bearing severely wounded men drove home the horrors of the First World War (1914-1918) for Australian nurse Florence Narelle Jessie Hobbes, yet her determination to save and comfort the wounded saw her press on in the face of exhaustion, the lack of food, and an unforgiving climate.
Tim Burton’s adaptation of Dumbo had me in a flood of tears, and it was not tears of joy that flowed freely down my cheeks.
On Friday afternoon, 28-year-old Brenton Tarrant had opened fire in two Christchurch mosques, resulting in the deaths of 50 people, and injuring another 40.
I thought my Facebook account had been hacked when I failed to log on to it this morning.
The disruption was one of Facebook’s most “widespread and persistent system outages”—with the outage stretching beyond 10 hours for some.
I have a confession: Netflix’s “Tidying Up with Marie Kondo” left me with very little desire to declutter my home.
In fact, it got me wondering what sort of home would I be living in if it didn’t have at least some sort of clutter—like stacks of books piled on my coffee table, or a pile of fresh laundry in the corner, waiting to be folded—lying around.
I have been taking swimming lessons in the open ocean for two summers, but I have not quite shaken off my fear of the deep, blue water.
My adventure with the open seas started three years ago when I toyed with the idea of joining my local surf lifesaving club.
Ah, Christmas! Jolly Santas, white falling snow, reindeers and sleighs.
Well, not if you’re living in New Zealand. While our Northern European and American counterparts may be sipping mugs of hot cocoa and slipping into thick coats, Kiwis are busy gulping ice cold drinks and walking around town in jandals (rubbered slippers).
“Am saying bye bye to Facebook! It’s taking too much of my time. I’m on Insta (which I check sporadically) or Messenger, text or WhatsApp! Adios!” That was my last Facebook post, written two months ago.
As soon as the post went live, I deleted my Facebook app and shuffled my Instagram app to sit on the lowest row of my phone.
It wasn’t until I faced the operating table that I realized the one thing I treasured the most was a functioning, healthy body.