Hey there my Angel. It’s not surprising that today dawned with grey wet skies, given where we are, and what we’ve done. It’s been 40 weeks since your tired body finally said goodbye and today we brought you home. Actually we brought you home 🇿🇦 a little over a week ago. You had been sitting … More Another Farewell
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.
Anton du Plessis. I was reminded recently that the darkest days of winter are behind us, a date that coincides with my love taking his bicycle out for a final ride. I used this little metaphor when I shared the news, and I think maybe it will stay with me now: the space that he’s … More Tributes to an Honourable Man.
Where do I begin today? Do I set the scene for where I’m writing from (in a cancer ward on a chair at his bedside)? Or so I apologise to my Facebook friends that I’ve gone dark? Or do I take the time to reflect on the passing of calendar dates since I rather dramatically … More January 2025
A definitive ‘clunk’ and the shatter of glass sounded from the kitchen; an IKEA glass storage receptacle crashing onto my tiled floor, and as a Mother with a Sixth Sense, or merely Having Eyes At The Back Of My Head, I knew that when I popped my head into the kitchen, there would either be … More A Miserable December
Exist in your anxiety and anger. Even for a short while.. Somewhere in the recesses of my mind I feel like someone in my life has once told me that if I am ever angry, or anxious, before blurting out those feelings, that may possibly negatively affect people around me, it’s wise to write things … More The September Harvest Supermoon
It’s a little after 6 on the morning, a mere 4 days away from our return to France. Nearing the end of winter here, I can hear hadeda’s yacking to each other across the neighbours lawn, and the nip in the air is reminiscent of autumn in October back home. My head is restless, part … More August Love.
A Day At The Outpatients All walks of life walk here. Old. Young. Professionals. Patients. Weary. Peaceful. Sick. Healthy. And there’s us. Foreigners, but not really. One of us carries a bag of sustenance for the waiting. The other carries a cane and walks with difficulty. One of us sits with their head hanging, eyes … More The First
A narrow alley The centuries old 6th floor buildings with shuttered windows towered above a nondescript alley, into where she stepped. The evening sun streamed into the space, blinding her before she snapped her sunglasses on. An icy cold wind whistled down the narrow space despite the spring season, whipping at her hair, and tugging … More A Narrow Alley, A Fleeting Space.
Pinot, Bretzels, and Cathedrals 