Julie Cotton

Today my mood is cloudy with a chance of heavy rain. This is worryful to me, as I fear it may impede on the imaginary...

I have found myself with a new level of loathing for possums. Prior to this and like most of us, I was only blindly aware...

In my early 20s, my husband and I were working in Ghana, West Africa. It was a wild and crazy place back then, not really...

Following on from my previous column “falling in love with my whenua”, I invite you one more time into my never-ending story, my imaginary world...

While the world has been spinning around me for the last three winters, I have been busy. Around 70km per week busy. Walking and jogging...

You can be a brain surgeon or a billionaire, but when you break down on the side of the road in the pouring rain, the...

OystersHe ordered oysters and she champagneCrisp white tablecloths and lust they shall refrainPlump and glistening against the silverwareRomantic anticipation filled the air.Julie Cotton Below the...

When my children were much younger, and I had them all at home, we were given the most unfortunate and embarrassing moniker, the “trailer family”....

I’m on the jam. Not quite the “fam-bam-jam-ba-lam”, but more the plum and chili jam, along with other preserves, chutneys and pickles. I had a...

I had the joyful pleasure of babysitting my grand doggies over summer, a staycation for them on Ninny and Poppy’s farm. Mr Banks, the French...