Month: December 2013
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Our Christmas as Immigrants
It’s 9:40AM on Christmas Eve here in Hamilton. We are seated in the surprisingly spacious waiting room of the Hillcrest Medical Centre. It’s a relatively small operation boasting some eleven doctors and two grumpy receptionists. The room is far from full so Gwyn is feeding Clark a banana. Despite the inauspicious locale, all is well…
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Language, Identity and Culture
We had a farewell morning tea for a colleague earlier today. My friend is a lovely woman of British extract who will be moving away to start life anew with her ‘partner’. The use of the term partner as a synonym for all manner of couplings is something I’ve found strange here in New Zealand.…
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A Prayer on a Rainy Day
A prayer/poem I wrote while enjoying the rains here in the Waikato. Dear God – Today, I’m thankful for rain. For cool summer showers and lawns that resemble seas of green. For lunches shared with ducks and for countries where a beer for lunch isn’t terribly scandalous. My heart is also thankful for technology and…
Pax Plena 