This week I am wearing my Hauora Tairāwhiti District Health Board hat. Around our table we read a lot of reports filled with technical language and pages of numbers. ASH rates, falls, targets etc. The data is very important, and when paired with lived experiences, can be powerful. Whether it’s an X-ray, visiting loved ones, ...
I’ve always been a good dad. I’m good at dad shit. Being creative, making messes, playing, disciplining, planning, working hard, protecting. I wanted to fill in the gaps that I didn’t get. So I focussed strongly on individualised pathways of learning for my children, to support and affirm their dreams. We all have shit days, ...
Waru Reflections. DISCLAIMER: If you haven’t seen Waru then I suggest you don’t read any further, because this does contain spoilers! In part one, I am Mihi, I refer to myself as broken and fractured. This piece of writing is about how those fractures started and took root. I want to dedicate this to those ...
My Waru Reflections DISCLAIMER: If you haven’t seen Waru then I suggest you don’t read any further, because this does contain spoilers! Now that Waru has been out for a while, I wanted to write why it spoke to me. Because it spoke to me like nothing else I’ve ever seen. It spoke to my ...
I’m writing all of this post event, with better ‘sight’ for lack of a better word. I recently read about a technique that helps people down from anxiety. I was going to be having a hui with a whānau that included an almost 8 year old Māori boy who has some anxiety issues. I wanted ...
So I’ve been working on my internal voice stuff. It’s been exhausting. Seriously the hardest thing I’ve had to do in a long time. It came to a head a couple weeks ago. I was at the gym, punching the boxing bag, putting in some work. As the rounds ticked on fatigue set in. At ...
The Waru – Film. Made me want to: Offer help. To my struggling neighbourhood. To those solo parents whose stories I know oh so well. To the tired. The poor decision makers. The broken. Reflections of myself. Be an honourable man, to the vulnerable, for the grieving, to not overstep. Coz even if Yes is ...
For a long time I’ve hated myself. For as long as I can remember. I blamed myself for not being able to protect my siblings growing up. I blamed myself for the abuses they suffered. Not being able to stop the hidings, not protecting them at school from discriminatory teachers. I should have done more. ...
I want to preface this with a solid statement; I think I am qualified to speak on almost all facets involved in this case, more so than 90% of people in Aotearoa. I have been both respondent and applicant in family court matters. I have been taken to family court and had to take others ...
