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There are reasons I want to pay tax. They're old-fashioned - so go ahead and laugh at me if you like. I want school kids to be fed. I want whānau to be housed. I want workers to be safe, public servants to be valued. I want our
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I’m a cat person. It would take a special dog to win me over - and that dog was never going to be Chris Bishop's. His dog appeared at today's policy announcement. It was fluffy and vacuous, like it was barking indiscriminately at anything and
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Kia ora, Principal. Mate, I don’t envy you. Every man and his dog has an opinion - and now some random 47-year-old lady is adding her reckons to the mix. I’m not going to tell you how to do your job either: it’s a tough role, and
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On my mother's mother's side, there are medical people. They're intriguing for both their smarts and their grit, forged through the experience of bog Irish immigrants to Aotearoa. Many have made careers in medicine. The Murphy medical gene skipped me spectacularly, but I'
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Update as at 9:41am Tuesday 2024. It's gone! Power to the people!
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If you liked the dark intrigue of The Davinci Code, I promise you'll love this.
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My son visited me at work on Wednesday, arriving as I microwaved leftovers for lunch. I went to wrap my arms around him, like I always have and I always will - because the moment a kid no longer needs such a thing is the moment he comes to cherish
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In strict confidence for my paid subscribers, and with love for my friend. I haven't got this story quite right and I know it. I'm still learning. I hope you'll extend grace to my shortcomings.
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Talked to a teacher this afternoon. He said the government's expectations on phones in schools were issued today. They replaced his school's existing policy that phones can't be used during class - a rule that was working perfectly well and everyone was happy with.
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This was written partly on location: the shittiest location ever. Today, my 22-year-old son and his same-age partner moved out of the flat they've lived in for several months, even though their lease doesn't end for a few weeks. I offered to help clean. It was