Exams, Work, Visitors and Omega Heatwaves.
June 28, 2026
Midsummer, the end of school and exams, work, and family visit!
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Category: Grief and GBM
Just Call It What It Is: May.
May 24, 2026
Just a heads up. There are somewhat incoherent and occasionally sad pitying thought up ahead. Motherhood. Multifaceted and complicated. Just as soon as youāve got over the anxiety of whether or not the baby is going to latch on to your boob, and believe me, thatās a very real stress, you move on to the … More Just Call It What It Is: May.
A Year On.
January 23, 2026
A titles and something to write about. Thatās what Iām currently stuck on. Earlier this month Iād already written a more personal essay called āWhat Iāve Learnt In My Year As A Widowā but it missed the mark and it was a little less appropriate than my regular musings, so itās currently sitting as a … More A Year On.
Grief is Non Linear. A Reminder to Myself.
December 19, 2025
Itās 4am. Yet another night this week plagued by sleeplessness. From the darkness of my room, all I can hear is the dog snoring from Alexās 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.
30 September 2025.
September 30, 2025
I donāt know if itās this era of my life or if itās just me in general, but my writings- wherever they may be (although mostly on the āgram) are peppered with what appears to be some kind of mantra: āLife Goes Onā and āI am reminded how much my life revolves around its cycles … More 30 September 2025.
The August Winds
August 31, 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
A summer in my widowhood.
July 20, 2025
Iām 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.
Strangers
June 10, 2025
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
Rocky May
May 20, 2025
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 