When Relationships Aotearoa closed so rapidly last month, serious concerns were raised about vulnerable clients still on its books. It appears these concerns were valid.
Grandma is 96. She still lives on her own and her brain is sharp as a tack. It's the body that is starting to give way.
I mentioned in last week's column that she had been quite unwell so at the weekend my cousin Chris and I took a roadie to Timaru where we formed a crack nursing team. Or at least some semblance of one.
Christchurch woman Antoinette van Berkel has a dying wish, that her seven cats be rehomed before melanoma kills her.
She was diagnosed with the terminal cancer six months ago. Now finding homes for her seven much-loved rescue cats are top priority.
“I didn’t know how much there was to do when you were dying,” she says.
“All I want to do is get my cats into homes before I die. I want to know they are safe and secure.”
Every year Reader’s Digest publishes a Most Trusted Professions list and every year journalism hovers in the bottom 10. Last week a job search company named “newspaper journalist” as the worst job of 2015. Today the news cycle moves exceptionally fast and it is highly pressured. Journalism, good journalism, is fragile. Which is why it is important that we, as an industry, do our utmost not to stuff it up
Vagina. There. I've said it. There's no going back.
If the word offends you there's not a lot I can do. It's anatomically correct. It's a body part as much as an arm or an elbow. Besides, some time ago, in my journalism class, the tutor explained that our readers were not fluffy little bunnies who needed protection, they could handle words like "died" over euphemisms such as "passed away".