My father has the most impressive memory I have ever encountered.
Tinker Tailor Student Spy
You may have seen one — a green and yellow sunflower-bedazzled lanyard hung casually around the neck of someone sitting on the bus or pushing a trolley around the supermarket. Perhaps the lanyard...
Two Saturdays ago, while collecting firewood in the back garden, my 65-year-old father collapsed from a heart attack. He was found by my little brother Jack, who alerted my mother, who then called...
I love cemeteries. I don’t mean this in a creepy, early-2000s-emo kind of way; I don’t drape myself in diaphanous dresses and wander pensively around, musing on Poe’s dark verses.
If I had a dollar for every time someone said to me “but you don’t look sick!” I would be a rich woman. Unless one encounters me in the morning, before I’ve put on makeup and had my coffee, I look...
I was scrolling through Twitter the other day, as I am wont to do when a thesis is due and I lack the energy or motivation to write said thesis, when I came upon a photo of an alarming medieval torture device on my timeline.
Last year, while working for The Oxford Research Centre in the Humanities (TORCH), I ran a number of poetry, writing, and art competitions.
As a teenager, I was known by my family as "the hermit" due to my propensity for hiding out in my room outside of mealtimes, avoiding all church social gatherings, and disappearing as soon as...
It's that time of year again, when the days are longest, the sunshine brightest, and we are encouraged to reflect on the past year. 2021 is just around the corner, but before we list out our...
It wasn’t until I felt the sharp sting of lemon juice trickling down into my eye that I realised had made a terrible mistake.
I was heartened the other day to hear Labour announce that, if re-elected, it will ban conversion therapy and make it a criminal offence to advertise, offer or perform the awful practice.
Today, September 24, 2020, marks six years since my brother John passed away.
All across the globe, statues commemorating the inglorious dead are toppling, writes Jean Balchin.
For this week’s column, Jean Balchin decided to ‘‘pass the mic’’ to dear friend and fellow Rhodes Scholar, Mimi Alyce Borders, who has penned this article in response to the murder of Oluwatoyin Salau, a young black woman from Tallahassee, Florida.
By the time this article is printed, New Zealand will be in lockdown just as we are in the United Kingdom.
This past Sunday, the University of Otago’s Richardson building hosted a brilliant light show, exploring how the Victorians grappled with a world in transition.
Earlier this week, seemingly momentous news broke — disgraced film producer Harvey Weinstein was finally found guilty of sexual assault.
‘‘It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.’’
It had started to rain when I heard about Kobe Bryant’s death.
I was in the pub the other night with a few friends after a particularly strenuous rock climbing session when my friend Sebastian told me to close my eyes.