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Bring back the days when watching the Hurricanes at the Cake Tin was the hottest ticket in town.
Despite the Hurricanes' 60-27 drubbing of the Cheetahs, the knives won't be sheathed yet.
For the last decade the Warriors club has seemed intent on self implosion, Campbell Weal writes.
Eating chocolate is frightening. I scoff, devour and cry my way through a block.
It's been almost three months since I deactivated my Facebook account and I don't miss it at all.
For Lucas Lormans, the dangers of Facebook lie close to home and he wants to protect his daughter.
Lisa McDonald says thanks to the many heroes going about their business in Christchurch.
When a young girl went missing from in Tokoroa, the whole community scoured the streets.
Wellington photographer Mark Gee used the Milky Way as a stunning backdrop at Cape Palliser.
Just a casual day at Lake Brunner, flying over the water like a nautical Iron Man.
The younger generation seems to think baby boomers had it all. I wish, writes Sue O'Neill.
Watching from the nosebleeds overseas, the NZ summer of cricket was just what we all wanted.
Kiwi kids regularly go hungry and the attitude is if they're not my children, they're not my problem.
Some say love works its magic when you're being yourself, but it feels like waiting for a bus.
Imagine Sonny Bill Williams and Bryan Habana facing off in rugby sevens? We can only dream.
I am, as I write, broken all over again because of what has happened to Charlotte Dawson.
Trams would help create a Christchurch that's nicer to live in and better to visit, writes Richard Macready.
Sanzar has spoken and thou shalt have more South African teams. Oh, how short-sighted.
The quake taught me more about life, people and relationships than all my years at university.
As a nobody, hiding from social media is a luxury I am allowed. Charlotte Dawson didn't have that option.