by Alice Bulmer | Nov 1, 2023 | Becoming Alice, Family skeletons, Music, ecology, spirituality
It’s a weird time of year, here in Aotearoa-NZ. The last days of October and the beginning of November. In the Southern Hemisphere it’s simultaneously spring and Hallowe’en. We have kids dressed as ghosts and goblins, walking the streets in the evening sun,...
by Alice Bulmer | Mar 30, 2022 | Becoming Alice, Family skeletons, Personal power, Storytelling
Names hold power. Our personal names are vectors, co-ordinates by which we locate ourselves in time and space, relationships, culture and more. I’m still bearing the names I was given at birth: Alice Mary Bulmer. It’s not a very harmonious collection of names. For...
by Alice Bulmer | Sep 12, 2021 | Becoming Alice, Family skeletons, Storytelling
This is my story about the strange and eventful year that was 1966. It took me all the way from a bungalow on the volcanic lava slopes of Auckland/Tamaki Makarau, to a haunted Elizabethan cottage in East Anglia and back again. In 1966 I learned that the world...
by Alice Bulmer | Jun 17, 2021 | Becoming Alice, Ecology, Family skeletons, Favourite, Metaskills
Deep in the forest, high up in the mountains of New Guinea, a huge bird strides confidently through the undergrowth. Foraging here and there for seeds and fruit and insects, the cassowary is the queen of the forest, the biggest creature in this ecosystem. She doesn’t...
by Alice Bulmer | Oct 29, 2020 | Family skeletons, Favourite, Life and death
This post is about my English grandmother, Dorothy Bulmer, nee Dorothy Hermon Hughes. Dorothy was born in Bangor in 1897. My father, Ralph Bulmer, was her eldest son. Dorothy was very proud of her ancestors. Thanks to her, I know a fair amount about my family tree....
by Alice Bulmer | Jul 25, 2019 | Becoming Alice, Family skeletons, Storytelling
Most people think Alice in Wonderland is an amusing story for kids. But it’s never been that for me, thanks to the name my parents gave me. For many years there was no love lost between me and that other Alice. But I’ve warmed to her. I’ve been inspired to write about...
