Julie Cotton

With the roosters still firmly tucked in their beds and a delicate kiss on his sleeping wife’s cheek, John Parker knows that his logging truck...

Remember when we played “bang bang”?  We shot them down, “bang bang” they hit the ground, “bang bang” that big loud sound, “bang bang” we...

My husband will bust his balls on a still day to go for a kayak on our beloved Kaipara Harbour. I had never really concerned...

You know you have reached the pinnacle of your rural existence when your septic tank decides it’s full and overflows on the Saturday of your...

Unpacking my groceries during lockdown, I noticed a few items that were not on my list. They were purchased by my husband who was the...

For the most part I am a solitary woman – alone all day on our farm, kids at school, me belting around with my thoughts...

I was raised in what I prefer to term as a “financially challenged” home, and while our bellies were always full, there was little left...

She charged at us with rage in her belly and a big brave heart. Why did she not turn and run away? Daniel had the...

I’ve been kicking around with dairy farmers for quite some time now, and up until now had managed to avoid the milking. However, this is...

Ah, February, the month of love and my first column for the year, so I thought it would be super-lovely to write a good old-fashioned...