Well-heeled misery? That’s rich
Well-heeled misery? That’s rich
Why are Wanaka people (the ones who live there all the time and own a house) miserable as sin? Lisa Scott wonders.
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Thank you, driver
Thank you, driver
I’m getting used to the morning commute, but I will say the old bed-to-dining-table-in-Uggs route did have a certain ease and simplicity, writes Lisa Scott.
Someone in your corner
Someone in your corner
A feeling of friendship and companionship in the workplace makes a big difference.
Coming home to a city that has never left me
Coming home to a city that has never left me
After five years away, Lisa Scott's returning to her home town Dunedin.
Take another piece of my heart
Take another piece of my heart
I’m cleaning the toilet an awful lot. There isn’t a weed in the garden and the bed is always made, writes Lisa Scott.
Still more bonnie than bonita
Still more bonnie than bonita
Time to embrace my whakapapa - however grey and dull and prone to colonising it might be, writes Lisa Scott.
Give me some credit
Give me some credit
Well, I really picked the worst time to have a rip-snortingly good Christmas holiday, writes Lisa Scott.
Sharing the gift of fertility, freely
Sharing the gift of fertility, freely
New Zealand has a chronic shortage of sperm donors, causing unnecessary heartache for couples longing to have a child, writes Lisa Scott.
Wind beneath my wings
Wind beneath my wings
After footage emerged of surfers stoning a foil board that washed up on Fort Point Beach, San Francisco, it’s apparent surfers don’t like change, writes Lisa Scott.
Throwing stones
Throwing stones
The people who need housing the most never seem to be the ones who benefit from rural land being opened up for development, writes Lisa Scott.
Bursting a few bubbles
Bursting a few bubbles
The difference between this lockdown and the last though is that Lisa Scott has company.
Decent proposals
Decent proposals
Lisa Scott takes a knee to tie a shoelace at her peril, as the Casanova of Wanaka sees proposals everywhere.
At home on the range: Back-country skills teach life lessons
At home on the range: Back-country skills teach life lessons
It’s a long way to the chop... if you want to catch it yourself. Lisa Scott meets the Upper Clutha Deer Stalkers Club and asks them for their favourite recipes.
Appy daze
Appy daze
Vaguely aware that her phone could be used for more than just selfies, Lisa Scott stumbled into the 21st century when she discovered something called an "app" while on holiday in Wellington.
Blanket policies fail the snuggle test
Blanket policies fail the snuggle test
The Casanova of Wanaka and I are a great match. But there’s trouble at t’mill when the sun goes down, writes Lisa Scott.
Talking out the toxicity
Talking out the toxicity
A toxic relationship is like paraquat: it gets into the waterways of your life and mutates all the happy little fish, writes Lisa Scott.
Bike-packing trip a steep order
Bike-packing trip a steep order
Gravel gut-busters, pleasant valleys and one weird wallaby. For her first bike-packing trip, Lisa Scott attempts the Ti Kouka Traverse, a 195km South Canterbury route climbing into the Hunters Hills.
Falling and love again
Falling and love again
It’s only natural that when you get together with someone there is a certain merging of your interests and hobbies, writes Lisa Scott.
Distance makes perfect strangers
Distance makes perfect strangers
Whether it’s empty places at the table, family members stuck on the other side of the world, the constant feeling of not-here-ness is like the itch of a missing limb, writes Lisa Scott.
Community hits the spot
Community hits the spot
Don’t know about you, but at the start of 2020 I had no idea of the random skills I’d have assembled by the end of it. Some people took up baking, gardening ... Those people are not me.