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Emma McGeorge

Press Service International

Emma is an Italian-South African with a New Zealand passport and an international heart. She spent years training student choirs and co-running a puppeteering business, before working for a humanitarian organisation in New Zealand (7 years) and Papua New Guinea (3 years). Currently a nomad living between various countries and towns, Emma's deep joy is in writing, music, cooking up an Italian storm, and taking time to listen to people’s stories.

Read Emma's creative expressions at http://www.girlkaleidoscope.wordpress.com or https://pngponderings.wordpress.com/2016/09/02/finding-the-beauty/

Emma’s previous articles may be viewed at www.pressserviceinternational.org/emma-mcgeorge.html

  • Welcome to the wonder

    There’s nothing like finding yourself jobless, groundless and essentially homeless to make you re-evaluate your life.

  • The end of everything (and what that means)

    I used to live on another planet.

  • We walk with anger

    It is 7pm on a weekday night when I drive to the local shopping complex to get a few groceries. The parking slot I find looks directly into an Asian supermarket and, as I lock my car and step up onto the sidewalk, I pause at the entrance to debate whether or not I should go inside for a quick browse.

  • I’m not sick; I’m single.

    The world of dating and relationships is a terrible conundrum, and I for one am not sure how to crack the code. Or if I even want to anymore.

  • Tea with Rafi and Sherlock

    The morning dawns in a thick cloak of fog and I’m glad to be wearing snug winter boots and my favourite soft sweater, as I make my way across the road for tea.

  • Dear Christians: It’s time to back off

    Not too long ago, I was living in a third world country while working in a humanitarian mission organisation.

  • How to fail at life, yet keep trying anyway

    My first mistake was thinking that I could keep the same running pace with one foot lopped off. My second mistake was getting frustrated at the now singular foot that then collapsed – mid-stride and rather drastically on the loose, grimy soil.

  • For Emerald

    We walked into the restaurant together.

  • The unacceptable

    Like many who identify in some way with the man of the cross, my faith journey has been a hair-raising ride of ups and downs, rites and rebellions, crippling uncertainty and the usual generic confusion.

  • The gifts of the gypsy queen

    On the eve of the New Year, I looked back across 2018 to find one word lying heavy across my soul