The Sunday Essay: Mrs Chippy, the polar-exploring tom catSome thoughts about cats, death and remembering, and the changing nature of stories. By John Summers | 25th February, 2024Contributing writer
The big snow: Christchurch, 1992The snow was thrilling, then life threatening. And like the rest of life, it was totally out of John Summers' control. By John Summers | 5th October, 2022Contributing writer
The Sunday Essay: Letter from DadlandAfter years in training, I finally have some kids to justify my station wagon. By John Summers | 4th September, 2022Contributing writer
Sunday Essay: The winter wonder landEvery year it returns, and every year we struggle to cope.By John Summers | 16th May, 2021Contributing writer
The agapanthus cityAgapanthus are considered pests by the council, but it wasn’t always so. By John Summers | 21st February, 2021Contributing writer
A short history of the New Zealand jerseyFrom the highs (Ralph Hotere's black turtleneck), to the lows (Bain), the jersey is as much a part of this place as the jandal or the SwanndriBy John Summers | 7th January, 2021Contributing writer
A short history of the New Zealand jerseyFrom the highs (Ralph Hotere's black turtleneck), to the lows (Bain), the jersey is as much a part of this place as the jandal or the SwanndriBy John Summers | 31st May, 2020Contributing writer
Days of sugar and ice: Remembering the sweet treats of the 90sFrom foul combat snacks to forbidden cones and fruit-based sophistication, the most sought-after sugary snacks of his childhood still hold a special place in John Summers' heart.By John Summers | 4th February, 2020Contributing writer
The people’s cup: How the Arcoroc mug took over New ZealandSummer reissue: You know this mug, even if you think you don't. Hard to break, cheap as chips, filled with instant coffee or weak tea, it's the mug of the marae, the staff room, the factory canteen, the church hall. By John Summers | 28th December, 2019Contributing writer
The people’s cup: How the Arcoroc mug took over New ZealandYou know this mug, even if you think you don't. Hard to break, cheap as chips, filled with instant coffee or weak tea, it's the mug of the marae, the staff room, the factory canteen, the church hall. By John Summers | 8th May, 2019Contributing writer