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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

  • I, Wonder Woman

    Quite by chance, my most recent visit home to New Zealand coincided with the release of the 2017 Wonder Woman movie.

  • I built a castle in the sand

    One summer holiday, when my siblings and I were in our teens, we set off on a beach adventure to attempt something most ambitious. Something we had not tackled since childhood.

  • The pen is mightier than the needle

    I once solemnly pondered the validity of my ink-stained fingers and dog-eared thesaurus, whilst admiring a friend’s beautiful embroidery. Sewing, it seems, is a key ingredient to a well-balanced skill set.

  • The things we have lost: Musings of an immigrant

    What does it feel like to be an immigrant? To be a refugee or a TCK (Third Culture Kid) or a stranger in a new city?

  • The humble hero: a WWII mission aviation legacy

    Meeting Trevor Strong is like meeting a long lost friend. His warmth and graciousness are the first things I notice as I shake hands with one of the men who, in the midst of the horrors of WWII, dreamed that aircraft could be used for a better purpose.

  • The pilot’s dream: A WWII mission aviation legacy

    The story of Mission Aviation Fellowship (MAF) is fairly well known in mission circles. Birthed in the final throes of WWII, what started out with a few young Christian pilots has now become an international organisation of nearly 1,500 staff.

  • How to touch the world after your death

    My eyes were puffy, my heart sad. I’d been to two funerals in the past fortnight and now I was attending another. None of these were for people I had been especially close to, but, still, I was one of many who had gathered to farewell and honour and remember.

  • Crying golden tears

    The rain comes slowly. It meanders down from the clouds in syncopated bursts of rhythm, thankfully in no hurry to water the grassy patch on which I’m huddled.

  • Catching the stars

    "How do you catch the stars?" she asked. The childish voice lisped the question. The little toes curled in the soft grass.