Latest from Michele Hewitson

What do bobbly bottomed rabbits think about humans?

Robert Vennell's latest book Song of the Birds celebrates our unique native birds.

"I’d rather re-read Rankin's Rebus series than wade through well-heeled people’s muck."

Otahuhu Collegeʼs teachers would be astounded by my graduation.

Hamish Keith is arguably the most important commentator of the arts in New Zealand.

We found a parrot in the letterbox. It has found a home at Lush Places.

Bruce Ansley manages a tricky thing: to combine the erudite and colloquial in new book.

Becoming a rural influencer is not for the faint-hearted.

Why soil scientist Frank Ashwood wants us to love the creatures beneath our feet.

Michele Hewitson reviews two new crime novels.

For the first time in my adult life I am now in a club.

After striking gold with Sorrow and Bliss, it seems her latest book will be no different.

Farewell to feathered friends: A 'bloody nuisance' according to one but adored by all.

In his last chat with the magazine, Neill pondered his life, love, career and cancer.

Dame Alison Paterson swapped the boardroom to indulge a love of art with a masters degree.

You watch Clarkson's Farm to see Clarkson bugger things up, not to well up.

A young child pays the price of his teenage parents’ volatile relationship.

Mary Beard on her life & times and our continued fascination with the ancient world.

Could an animal art gallery prove to be a money-spinner?

Michele Hewitson yarns with Hamnet author Maggie O'Farrell.

Blokesy Stokesy has ducks in ... his sink.

Readers would write on the fronts of envelopes addressed to Lush Places: "Hello June!"

Dita Von Teese overcame painful shyness and a doomed marriage. Now she's returning to NZ.

You get old & rackety in a different way and you think, “What happened to my badass girl?"

The transformation of an old tip into the acclaimed gardens is now the subject of a film.

Lush Places has been subject to a myriad of entrepreneurial ideas, the latest? A cattery.

The Slough House series is a sensation, so why does Mick Herron seem astonished by it all?

I am not, actually, very old, but I am elderly and I hate it.

My headstone will read, “Here rests the patron saint of doomed sheep”.

Award-winning radio reporter Sally Wenley on her no-holds-barred memoir, The Crash.

The Australian author is an acute observer of awful things, with a fierce reputation.