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The importance of holding your line
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The importance of holding your line
Sometimes, if people won’t make a path for you, you have to bash one for yourself, writes Lisa Scott.
Tales from the Powder Room
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Wherever they lay their hats, that’s my home
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Wherever they lay their hats, that’s my home
"Property investor" sounds great, doesn’t it? Better than "reluctant landlord", which is the truth of the matter, writes Lisa Scott.
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.
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.
Separating the art from the artist
Separating the art from the artist
Should the partner of a creative person be entitled to a share of their creative copyright, asks 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.
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.
Bewildered by age’s tireless march
Bewildered by age’s tireless march
Do not go gentle into that brain fog; rage, rage against the dying of your hippocampus, writes Lisa Scott.
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.