A few weeks ago, I went to a panel event at a house. It’s not just any house, it’s a place that is intentionally trying to build a community around it. They’re hosted music events, parties, and of course, Stories We Don’t Tell several times. I really like this house, and feel I can walk into an event there alone and be fairly confident I’ll know at least a few people there. Not many places where I feel that level of confidence.
Read MoreA few weeks ago, I stepped into a bank, you know, to do some banking. At the teller’s station, she looked at me and started processing what I needed to get done. She stopped halfway through and said, “I’m really sorry, but I just have to say, you have incredible eyes. I’ve not seen eyes like yours, and I just wanted to tell you that.” I was a little taken aback - I can count on my one hand the amount of times strangers have said something (positive) about my appearance.
Read MoreLast weekend, I met up with a friend to have a beer. The bouncer at the front door of the bar asked for ID. Now, I’m pretty sure that he was more concerned about my younger friend and just asked me to be nice. Still, that doesn’t matter because I hadn’t been ID’ed in years.
The following day, I went to the liquor store to pick up some beers for our Stories We Don’t Tell event. At the checkout, the cashier said with gusto, “Oh, that’s my dad’s favourite beer!”
So, you win some and you lose some.
Read MoreThis blog entry is bits and pieces from the book launch for Dreams of Being a Kiwi. The event included music by Arlene Paculan, pictures, and videos to tell the backstory of the book.
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