A titles and something to write about. That’s what I’m currently stuck on. Earlier this month I’d already written a more personal essay called “What I’ve Learnt In My Year As A Widow” but it missed the mark and it was a little less appropriate than my regular musings, so it’s currently sitting as a … More A Year On.
It’s 4am. Yet another night this week plagued by sleeplessness. From the darkness of my room, all I can hear is the dog snoring from Alex’s bed where she disappeared to when I stood up to use the toilet an hour ago. My bladder has long since woken me during the night – it must … More Grief is Non Linear. A Reminder to Myself.
I don’t know if it’s this era of my life or if it’s just me in general, but my writings- wherever they may be (although mostly on the ‘gram) are peppered with what appears to be some kind of mantra: “Life Goes On” and “I am reminded how much my life revolves around its cycles … More 30 September 2025.
Summer in my widowhood continues…with some fresh challenges and, let me be honest: a few more wins than I expected. This is the first summer I have worked throughout (ie, no holiday at all) since 2016 2015 2014 Oh I give up… Since the last summer in South Africa in 2012. Perhaps the 7 day … More The August Winds
I’m curious about something, perhaps you can provide an answer. Is it a proven theory that the older we get, the less likely we are able to enjoy a lie in? My girls have informed me, thanks to the gram (where else do you do your research in this day and age?) that teenagers are … More A summer in my widowhood.
A train speeds through the French countryside. Through the window, a lone traveller watches. Her eyes burn a little after shedding tears, and her reflection peers back at her: puffy cheeks, the outline of a second chin, and even her eyes are absent of life. The train slows down to pass through a half derelict … More Strangers
I sense the arrival of the dawn through my closed, sleepy eyes because my bedroom is bathed in the light of the sunrise behind my curtains. I glance at the alarm clock that sits above Anton’s ashes next to his side of the bed. 05:53. It’s even earlier today but Thandi has been restless. My … More Rocky May
Pinot, Bretzels, and Cathedrals 