An ode to Wellington where despite the winds, spring brings quiet exhilaration and exuberance.
Is this really Spring: Wellington in September
Author: beverleystevens
I'm a writer of creative nonfiction whose day job as a copywriter at Xero involves drinking coffee, writing and editing for the web. Outside of work hours, I can be found drinking wine, walking and exploring Wellington, reading and listening to classical music.
The pretty red dress that Nana sent
Two small-town girls go to stay with their Nana and Pop in the city and discover they live life in a much richer way.
Clara’s story: memories of Rippon Lea
Clara Wordsworth Sargood grew up in comfort and affluence at Rippon Lea in Melbourne in Queen Victoria's time. She vividly recounts stories of a happy childhood, the heartbreaking loss of her mother, and the thrills of sea voyages to England and New Zealand.
I remember when: a world without plastic
I'm glad to be rid of plastic in the home for aesthetic as well as planetary reasons. And it's not so long ago that my mother and grandmothers managed without it.
Caught driving furiously on Khyber Pass Road
In 1912, a well-brought-up young man on a new motor cycle knocked a young boy over on an Auckland city street. And so the lives of two families from different social worlds intersected as police and civil court cases plodded on and were reported on at length in the Auckland papers.
The lost love of Linda and Lancelot
Amongst my grandmother's papers was a photo she had kept all her life of a young soldier who served in WW1.
