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.
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
I had lunch with a South African friend last week and we somehow alighted on the topic of the lure of a certain shopping emporium in South Africa- let’s call them ‘W’. There was that social media post that they put out a couple of months back, nudging the expats and immigrants across the world, … More Discovering Foraging On My Back Door.
Do you know what’s better than Christmas in a warm, sun drenched, blue skied, endless-horizoned space, one with swims to cool down in, listless insects hovering over icy glasses of Chenin Blanc, braai fires and garlicky prawns, rolling highveld thunderstorms, and a setting sun with golden fingertips reaching over the west coast ocean, tumbling down … More A Christmas Carol, Version Y2K22
There is a sombre atmosphere pervading my home this week, almost as thick as the humidity that hovers over these thick summer days, windless but for the fans blowing relentlessly. A deep seated longing for those orange South African sunsets and warm almost-sisterly embraces have embedded themselves into our hearts, and there is no escaping … More A Tale of Two Countries
Pinot, Bretzels, and Cathedrals 