As not only the end of another year, but the end of a whole damn decade looms, I always find myself becoming reflective, pensive and little nostalgic. What has been, what happened, what's next? All those delicious dreams we can recreate. When I say it out loud, though, –2020- I find myself singing the… Continue reading On Women Becoming
I’m really pleased that Women’s Month is over. In over five years of my monthly blog- starting in January 2014- I’ve barely missed a single month. But this year, I missed my June, July and August blogs. Every time I thought about it or wanted to write something, it felt pointless, useless, a waste of… Continue reading How to BEGIN again in SPRING.
Hell am I glad that this will be the last post on Somewhere In Between! I cannot explain quite how relentlessly exhausting it is to write a book, get it edited, edited,edited, and edited, proofed and proofed and … proofed get it formatted and get a great cover, get it published, get people to read the… Continue reading sparking conversations at the Book Lounge
Tread gently in the world. This is really what I want this blog to be titled. But because it’s probably not going to get the attention I would like on social media, I needed to think about how to phrase it. So I changed the title to suit my purpose. I think that’s what media people… Continue reading on racism in SA schools and the ethics of the media.
I confess. I had little idea what to expect at last night’s LIRA concert at Kirstenbosch. Often, no expectations mean fewer disappointments but disappointed I certainly could NOT have been. In fact, I was blown away by the warm, wholesome, happy vibe that LIRA inspired at her concert, dressed in jeans and a long, beautifully… Continue reading Delightful LIRA at Kirstenbosch Sunset Concert
I arrived in Cape Town aged 17, unwilling and unexcited about the prospect of studying at UCT. I wanted to stay in Johannesburg so that I could stay close to my ‘serious’ boyfriend. At all of age 17. Note to young seventeen year olds: Even though you may not like your parent’s advice about what… Continue reading What would your biggest regret be?
In pursuance of my obsession to learn more about the writing craft, hours are spent in relative silence hunched over my laptop with my reliable friend Mr G. Mr Google. He and I appear face to face and then he greets me with his little blue circling google dance and we wait to see what… Continue reading Don’t you DIE to go on a writer’s retreat?
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
It’s not often that I find myself backpacked and breathing heavily, trampling on stony footpaths. Especially on Monday mornings. They don’t really feel like appropriate times for carefree chitchats when there are things to do, lists to tick… you know what I mean? Beginning of the week kind of stuff? Well you know what? The… Continue reading Monday morning revelations
Thursday March 5th The smoke still drifts from the scorched earth, the occasional flame darts upward and dies. I’m standing on the edge of Vlakkenberg, part of Table Mountain National Park. Choppers are still traversing the skies, their buckets angling below while the yellow spotter plane flies above. It is a co-ordinated effort. Relentless and… Continue reading When fire forces you to flee your home, what would you take?