Kate
@knhannah
Feminist/co-captain Team Hannah. Here for hope & justice-building. While it gets better, I'll make dinner. She/her. These are most definitely my personal opinions.
You’re a good ‘un David, a gem of a human. Here’s Mr Shmoo and his slug friend enjoying supper side by side.
The elderly cat caught a mouse, took it straight outside & ate it, so I’m sharing the couch with him.
My girl @nigella.bsky.social and I have been making this cake at this time of year for 22 years & in these trying times, that’s something. Happy Easter folks, and happy holidays friends. Be excellent to each other & party on dudes.
Paul Eluard wrote this about his resistance comrade, Gabriel Peri. It’s an apt poem for our times, the tutoyons is 🤷♀️ untranslatable but I’ve loved these words since I was 14. Today I’m thinking of Renee Nicole Good.
Fish shop for freshly caught snapper for ceviche, Farro for heirloom tomatoes. 7 am on Christmas Eve is a liminal space in which women (largely) create magic.
Folks, it’s in our acts of care, solidarity, and (good) tradition that community is made & sustained. The message of Advent is a radical one: that power resides in the most forsaken & the most vulnerable.
Folks, wishing everyone a restful & restorative Labour weekend, wherein we give thanks to Sam Parnell & the Labour movement & unions for the 8 hr day:
PSA to cat 🐈 folks: we got a freebie of Kiwi Country beef/mussel kibble last week & the elderly lad has NEVER been so excited about a foodstuff, leaves Temptations in the dust. kiwicountrypet.nz/collections/...
The first result in a quick google for “machinery of government NZ” is this very handy resource mapping the public sector. Looks like someone needs to pop along to some professional development.
“I’m sad he didn’t live long enough to mature into greater compassion” - urging those of you on Insta to go read the whole of Barbara Kingsolver’s post.
Hosted family lunch today with my godparents, my dad & step mum & my sister & her fam. Filled my heart with joy to talk with my godparents about my mum (you know who made the best coffee? Your mother!). Here’s a picture of the lamb koftas:
I’m not entirely sure how we have a 28 yo, a 23 yo & a 21 yo (the July-August birthday run is at its annual end) when I’m only 32.