It was my husband, Neil, who encouraged me to do my Master's at the University of Tasmania, when our children were young. It was he who brought our son to be breastfed as we mobilised busloads to march against the foreshore and seabed, it was also he who saw my frustration at the continuous pollution of our moana in Pātea and insisted I become the deputy mayor, and it was he who listened to my endless homesickness as I studied in Stanford University. He helped do hangi to fund-raise to take our rangatahi to Silicon Valley and Stanford University three times.