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Kick-start a reading habit

Kick-start a reading habit

Two and a half years ago I read an article that become a pivot on which my life swung. No, perhaps it was a lever that catapulted me into history. The article's argument goes something like this: read old books..

  • Painting by numbers

    Numbers define our existence. They're in our bank account, on our exam results, on the soles of our shoes, and the tag on our jeans.

  • Gratitude and assured glory

    We all have a moral responsibility to be grateful. We might briefly consider that this virtue has been neglected in our prevailing culture of entitlement, self-centredness and moral impunity. 

  • The fragility of life

    Life can be described in so many ways: fulfilling, hard, long, fun, meaningless, meaningful, exhausting, exhilarating. Yet there is one word that seems to most accurately describe life in all forms—fragile.

  • More than lavender. More than hot milk and Bon Iver.

    Lavender has always been my creature comfort. Its oil is a nostalgic, fragrant sense of relief. I smell it and my neurotransmitters go to their happy place.

  • The kind of love I never knew

    If I asked you what your idea of love is, what would you say? Do you have a definite idea or picture in mind of what love is?

  • Glory seekers

    You are a glory seeker? You dream of scoring the winning goal, of performing in front of thousands, of doing something huge.

  • Love the sinner, hate the sin

    ‘Love the sinner, hate the sin’ has been a prominent slogan throughout all my church life.

  • It's time for a change, again.

    It is with great difficulty and humiliation that I confess; I am a fussy, difficult and contradictory eater. It all came crashing down one afternoon at a family occasion.

  • The joyfulness of being constrained

    A train on the train tracks, a fish in a pond, a baby in a car seat. What do all these things have in common?

  • For such a time as this—in the New Zealand Defence Force

    People don't usually believe me when I say I'm in the Army. I'm not your stereotypical Army girl.

  • I don’t love my children equally

    As I was growing up, I remembered asking my parents at various occasions whom they loved more — my brother or me.