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This is for Malachi and children like him. I've changed some details so the people I talk about aren't identifiable. Be aware: the discussion of family violence isn't graphic but is still distressing.
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It’s done and dusted. The recounts have been finalised. The inaugurations have been held, complete with fancy robes and oaths and sandwiches after. New mayors and councillors have found their places at big tables across the motu. There’s much to celebrate, and yet I wish I could unsee
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What is not handed down must be found some other way; and so my mum, who is retired in Invercargill, spends her days uncovering our whakapapa from libraries and archives and genealogical sites. Mum grew up some thirty kilometres from Invercargill in a place called Winton - somewhere you probably
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Content warning for harassment and misogyny. May cause existential despair.
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I took art history for approximately three weeks in 1993, at the beginning of my seventh form year. It was going fine, until I was asked to do an assignment on an artist. The artist was Rita Angus, and I thought to myself, "Who the **** is that?". I
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When the tantalising details run out, the breathless headlines are exhausted and the camera turns away, kids could still be in danger. Now is the time to call for an inquiry. This cannot happen again.
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It's a faffy, faffy thing, going au naturel. I started the transition two years ago, when I realised my hair was getting lighter, my body wasn’t, and that fighting what happens to us all didn’t make a lot of sense. My Facebook announcement at the time
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I'm not watching the Loafer's Lodge trial. I scroll past the stories or hit mute on the TV. I pretend it's not happening because the distress is more than I can bear. The man who lit the fire should be and is being held
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Here's a curious thing. Tom Phillips abducted his kids almost four years ago. In that time, their teeth have decayed. Their asthma has flared up. Their education has halted, as has their social development. They've faced puberty without reliable access to period products. They've