Deadlines loom but it’s impossible for me to move on until I can empty my mind onto the paper (or here onto the laptop). I hope to contain it all in a vaguely coherent way that will be readable to you, Dearest Reader, but you know what? Part of me doesn’t mind as much-… Continue reading the FEAST of the Franschhoek Literary Festival 2019
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
If you’ve been following my writing journey at all - thank you, thank you, thank you- you may have seen that around this time last year, I blogged about the highlights of the FLF. It was one of those spontaneous blogs, the ones you don’t give much thought to. You just whack it out ‘cos… Continue reading So, what’s the big deal about the Franschhoek Literary Festival?
. The term ‘umbilicus’, otherwise known as the belly button is the point of attachment for the umbilical cord to the embryo. Everyone has one. Everyone was once tied to a woman who gave them life- their birth mother. But not everyone has the privilege of knowing who that is. And that must be agonizing.… Continue reading BOOK REVIEW: UMBILICUS: PAULA GRUBEN: A brave tale of discovery and identity
I read an article this morning about our globally projected future. https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/must-read-article-how-our-lives-change-dramatically-20-delahunty In a nutshell: jobs for lawyers and many others will become superfluous (scary) Tesla-type cars will be the norm therefore no drivers (good thing), fewer cars (also) on roads allowing people to live quiet lives on country roads (also), just staring at their… Continue reading What’s more important- savings or sanity?
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
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.
In last month’s blog, I dared to suggest that I would talk about turning FIFTY. Funny how you can be so motivated about a writing piece one day and wholly daunted by it days later. I thought I had worked it all out and it would sing of inspirations and insights and read like a… Continue reading 50 THOUGHTS on TURNING 50
Time to reFlect so it appears For not only is it that month of year, But sometimes people pop into your space When you least expect it Like on the way down from a cloudy full moon sky. His name was Captain, he said as he filled up our car, Smiling and humming, it was… Continue reading ReFlecting on twenty FiFteen
How to survive Home Affairs #Find Rene I arrived with a different attitude on this, my eighth turn to Home Affairs. I parked easily as it was still early, and armed with the Truth (coffee) joined a moving queue just after 8am so that by 2 minutes past, I was standing inside the building on… Continue reading How to survive Home Affairs. #FindRene