I first made pesto when I was living on my own at University. On my kitchen windowsill sat three happy herb plants; parsley, mint and basil. The basil plant always did a little too well. I would come back from class or work, and it felt like the plant had grown another 5cm. I was constantly adding basil to dishes so none of the herb…

When I was young one of my favorite game was dress ups. My mum kept a lot of her clothes from the late 70s and early 80s. They sat in large garbage bags in her closet. A treasure trove for the imaginative kids that we were. My siblings and the neighborhood kids would regularly ransack the pile, making a mess as we put together worlds…

In the last six months I have dug my heels in, striving towards a sustainable life. It has become a passion, learning to wean out the disposable plastic from my life, buying in bulk, wasting less and just trying to be plain ol’ kinder to the earth that I get to walk on each day. Articles and books about plastic and waste are devoured…

I am going to start this post with a little anecdote to show how I didn't think far enough ahead when it came to travelling in Myanmar without using any single use plastic. I had planned to not buy any plastic water bottles on the trip . My reusable drinks bottles were ready, sitting next to my beat up backpack. The day I was du…

‘How was Burma?” ‘You mean Myanmar.’ ‘Yeah that’s what I meant, Myanmar.’ ‘It was fabulous.’ ‘Where is it again?’ This has been the casual exchange since I have returned from my jaunt to Myanmar (or to be technical the Republic of the Union of Myanmar). I can understand why people ask where it is. Myanmar has not been included …