Julie Cotton

The Christmas grinches arrived early at my house this year. Yes, unfortunately my festive season was partially marred by a pack of feathered gate-crashing freeloaders,...

Don’t be silly. Of course, I was aware that it was slightly abnormal behaviour to suffer a panic attack upon the realisation that I was...

Hi honeys, I’m home! Ha ha ha. Yes, back from the wildest adventure that incorporated severe impoverishment, humility and humanity at its best – along...

Down the end of a dusty rural road, about as far from Auckland as you can get when you’re told you still live in Auckland,...

So, what propels a middle-aged mother of five to strip naked in a pothole of soapy mud in the middle of winter? Is it community...

Catering and cooking for shearing gangs should have been the easiest task afforded to someone like me in my farming career. Unfortunately though, I have...

Was it blissful naivety or complete desperation that propelled that shearer to ask me to rousey that one memorable time? Whatever it was, I had...

I doubt there is an inhabitant of Auckland who has not laid eyes on some form of grotesque and bloated wastage of ratepayer monies, but...

My three-week holiday in the remote islands north of Vanuatu has changed me. Firstly, perhaps you could be forgiven for thinking that with five children...

Looks like my broad bean dip is off the Christmas menu. Apparently, I am the nastiest mum in the world. These pointed allegations have been...