Robyn Anderson

The blog is taking a break. Currently loving my family at close quarters and fighting whoever it is who keeps hacking my FB account. Ngā Mihi for reading.

Dear America If you were my child I’d tell you to sit down somewhere quiet and take a breath. Bad things are happening all around you and right this minute, while the rest of the world is standing alongside and holding you up, take another breath. It’s okay. I heard today an actor has gone … More Dear America

There was a time we felt good about our new kitchen appliances. During that week we laughed at ourselves for not being able to turn on the oven or explain why the induction top suddenly decided H was more important than any of the temperature range from 1-9. We reached an unspoken agreement that understanding … More The Security of a 12 month Guarantee

I was almost a headline. ‘Elderly woman rescued from motel spa bath.’ Even if I’d kept silent and not called in the emergency services I’d have recognized myself in ‘Sharp rise in Spa bath accidents’ and it was all because the nice man at reception had recommended using the spa bath in the motel unit. … More Stretch and Core

A few weeks ago my sister told me she was planning for a funeral. My mind immediately leapt to court cases and the cost of airfares to Western Australia, while hers, I discovered, was on buying a pair of smart, black trousers for the imminent farewell to one of her husband’s relatives. My sister spoke … More A Pair of Smart, Black Trousers.

I am on holiday somewhere in the hills beyond Bangkok. Well, no, I’m not, the Bangkokians are but yesterday I spent literally two hours hearing all about it so it does feel as though I’m there. I definitely know not have cereal for breakfast. Chloe had me psyched up for that the other day as … More On Holiday

We came back to NZ late in 2009 and began living in a flat. As our stuff was still on an ocean voyage needed to buy the sort of things your independent children ‘borrow’ from your long term storage unit and never replace. So I did what I understood everyone did and went to Briscoes. … More Changes

Being old in the world of old is an eye opener. I’ve joined one of those gyms they advertise on telly – you know the ones associated with ‘LifeStyle’ villages that are filled with happy couples ‘gamboling’ (yep, first time I’ve ever used it), over the manicured lawns, drink in hand and a well-behaved little … More Me and Gym

Its been a weird few weeks. I’ve been doing a LOT of writing. It’s very satisfying to bend and shape these figments of my imagination into a coherant story and each day I’m visiting places in my mind that I’ve truly loved. That doesn’t take up every minute of the day and my latest project … More Sourdough

Sometimes I look around me and all the young women I see are rushing. I assume it’s off to work because a lot of time they’re carrying a car load of kids they drop off at day care and school. Some are still putting on make-up when they stop at the lights and most of … More Every day is WOMEN’S day