Sometimes, if people won’t make a path for you, you have to bash one for yourself, writes Lisa Scott.
"Property investor" sounds great, doesn’t it? Better than "reluctant landlord", which is the truth of the matter, writes Lisa Scott.
Lisa Scott goes in search of the healing power of the bovine cuddle.
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Why are Wanaka people (the ones who live there all the time and own a house) miserable as sin? Lisa Scott wonders.
I’m getting used to the morning commute, but I will say the old bed-to-dining-table-in-Uggs route did have a certain ease and simplicity, writes Lisa Scott.
A feeling of friendship and companionship in the workplace makes a big difference.
After five years away, Lisa Scott's returning to her home town Dunedin.
I’m cleaning the toilet an awful lot. There isn’t a weed in the garden and the bed is always made, writes Lisa Scott.
Time to embrace my whakapapa - however grey and dull and prone to colonising it might be, writes Lisa Scott.
Well, I really picked the worst time to have a rip-snortingly good Christmas holiday, writes Lisa Scott.
New Zealand has a chronic shortage of sperm donors, causing unnecessary heartache for couples longing to have a child, writes Lisa Scott.
After footage emerged of surfers stoning a foil board that washed up on Fort Point Beach, San Francisco, it’s apparent surfers don’t like change, writes Lisa Scott.
The people who need housing the most never seem to be the ones who benefit from rural land being opened up for development, writes Lisa Scott.
The difference between this lockdown and the last though is that Lisa Scott has company.
Lisa Scott takes a knee to tie a shoelace at her peril, as the Casanova of Wanaka sees proposals everywhere.
It’s a long way to the chop... if you want to catch it yourself. Lisa Scott meets the Upper Clutha Deer Stalkers Club and asks them for their favourite recipes.
Vaguely aware that her phone could be used for more than just selfies, Lisa Scott stumbled into the 21st century when she discovered something called an "app" while on holiday in Wellington.
The Casanova of Wanaka and I are a great match. But there’s trouble at t’mill when the sun goes down, writes Lisa Scott.
A toxic relationship is like paraquat: it gets into the waterways of your life and mutates all the happy little fish, writes Lisa Scott.