And there it went again: Sunday past was Mother’s day. I kept deliberately quiet about it this year and I’m not sure really why. Perhaps because I’ve said so much about it already. Like here: I had no urge to write or post or send texts or pics to mother friends. My mother was visiting… Continue reading why I didn’t blog on MOTHERS DAY
One of the other things that has affected me recently is a book by Johannesburg author/speaker Kathy Mann entitled Avoiding Burnout, Seven Principles of Self –Preservation. I discovered Kathy Mann online on a book site for authors and she happened to be coming to Cape Town in the next few days so we arranged… Continue reading you know what the world needs? HEALERS. Not leaders.
As teens travelling the long and straight road home from the University of Cape Town to Johannesburg for the holidays back in the 80's, HANOVER was merely a small scattered array of buildings on the side of the N1: a place to slow down a little before accelerating to the next town. We would never… Continue reading hanging on to Hanover
Writers are tricksters. We are taught that the headline or the first line must hook the reader. If the reader doesn’t care about your first words, you’re history. Kaput. No-one cares what you have to say next. You’ve only got about 15 seconds to catch your reader. I get this though don’t always adhere to… Continue reading how to let go and why to hold on…
The sun was more light than warmth, the sand hard and cool, just enough for a footprint to be embedded before the sea washed it away. I picked up a beige pebble, rolled it over in my palm, watched a few grains of sand fall quietly. The smooth roundness remained, whole, and complete. I stood up and… Continue reading To more moments in 2018
As part of my research on women and feminism for my new book, I came across several articles - most notably those in the UK Telegraph and The New York Times on the topic of Why Women Compete with each other. In brief, the obvious starting point is evolution and the process of ‘natural selection’ which I… Continue reading why women become lovelier the older they get
Growing up in the same household, exactly two years and one day apart in age, the thing we shared most, my sister and I, was the bathroom. More different we could not have been. While I would be chatting to Anna in the kitchen as she prepared supper, having done my homework next door at the… Continue reading On the sisterhood and our traveling pants
A long, slightly rambling blog. Like the tentacles of an octopus. My October. Children are easily embarrassed by their parents when they get to a particular age. They are from a different generation dealing with different parts of their growing selves in ways they cannot yet fully understand, and we have long forgotten. Truthfully, I… Continue reading EIGHT OCTOBER OBSERVATIONS
Cautionary: KINDLY IGNORE THIS POST IF YOU HAVE ANY SPECIFIC OR PRIOR SPECIALIST MEDICAL KNOWLEDGE. I gave up biology in Standard 7. At the risk of revealing anything too private about my life (though it must be said that the concept of menopause, at this stage, is entirely mysterious and reserved for a select few… Continue reading ONE THING TO BE GRATEFUL FOR ON #WOMENS DAY
I’d been reading Kafka on the way up in the car, scanning through ‘The Metamorphosis’ and other short stories, and deciding that I would have to speak to someone about him. I hadn’t read much of it before and felt a bit clueless about what he was trying to say most of the time. I… Continue reading On Kafda, and thoughts of one and other special things.