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Crossings

I crossed an ocean when I was one year old. I don’t remember it; it was on a plane that took me 10,000 km from the country where I was born. That ocean was a boundary,  a boundary between new and old between native and immigrant. A shoreline of my life, if you will. Often,…

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The Year I Lived in Wellington

I often tell people that I hate Wellington and they laugh, I mean who hates Wellington? It is a charming town, full of art and culture and good food. People normally think that I’m joking, but I’m not. For me, it was like a shoe that looks so pretty and seems to fit nicely in…

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You Need Us

Sometimes I am amused by the shape that public discussions take when immigration is the issue. It is always, “they are stealing our jobs”, “they don’t assimilate”, “if they don’t like it they can go somewhere else” blah blah blah. Over and over again around and around in circles. Always a crucial factor is ignored…

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I love

I have been thinking a lot about love lately, as evidenced by my last couple of posts. I have been thinking about how conventional models of love are so limited and strained. I am expected to love the people who created me and raised me because our blood ties act as a magic elixir of…

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The Next Chapter

At the end of 2012 I moved countries again, that made it it three countries and four cities within five years. That is a lot of big moves for two people. My partner, without whom none of this would have been possible has remained staunch in his support of me. It was not the first…

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Maybe the Internet Raised Me

In have learned more about from the internet than I did at university. While I am grateful to my university education for providing me with a framework, a theoretical perspective that changed the way I think  and has added depth and nuance to my analysis of the world, the real meat of my feminist education…