Two weeks ago today, I was groped.

This is not a particularly earth-shattering revelation. One in five New Zealand women experience sexual assault as an adult; one in three girls will be subjected to an unwanted sexual experience by the age of sixteen.

If you're wavering about whether to see Wonder Woman, who are you and have you been planning some nefarious villainy on a planet far, far away?

Mother's Day means acknowledging what a Mum is.

This weekend we observe Easter. The dark days are over. Spring is here. Jesus offers hope. Throw in a fertile rabbit and some promising new eggs. Dip everything in chocolate. We can begin again. We can forgive. The phoenix rises from the ashes and so too, can we. If someone was to make an S.O.S.

There is a certain day, somewhere between the end of the previous year and about four weeks into work in the new one, where something goes horribly wrong with my body.

The amount of woe in my life has reached gargantuan proportions.

I haven’t been in the best of moods lately. It really hasn’t been my fault.    

I received the most heart-warming message that came with an assuring disclaimer:

I like you*

“Oh my!” I thought – and kept reading excitedly:

I don´t even like watching sports, but Brazil just got their ass kicked by Germany!