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 wear many hats woman, wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend. white, privileged, educated, lawyer, writer mostly, I am woman which hat do I wear when there’s a crisis in the lives of women? I call on my highest self I question what I can do. As a woman first and then as the other. At… Continue reading suggestions for my south africa
I told you there’s no such thing as the quiet country life,’ says my husband. ‘You are delusional. ‘You think you’re just gonna hang out there and sit by the river and write books? There’s no such thing. Life is work.’ My husband is usually right. He’s pretty smart. But that’s not one of the… Continue reading ducking and diving in Stanford
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.
The email, the twitter, and then all the facebook posts, the death of a young girl in the forest, it’s been a horrific affair I came downstairs to make some tea and saw Milly sitting on a chair. I sat down next to her and watched her with the eye of the needle, an intense gaze, and we chatted… Continue reading Wednesday Words. No pictures.
With one month of 2016 gone already and nearly half of Feb... Yikes! Here are some things I learnt: That writing a book is flippin’ hard. If I thought of using the other F- word for how hard it is, this would be about the right time to use it but I'm not a big… Continue reading What things did you learn in January 2016? 20 things I did.
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
I’ve blogged fairly extensively about my preoccupation with social media and the unequalled ambivalence it creates in my mind that literally drives me demented. Because it saps my energy and quite frankly, makes me sad. And then I see the latest cover of The BIG ISSUE with the headline: WHY SOCIAL MEDIA MAKES YOU SAD.… Continue reading GOING OFFLINE FOR A TIME
Before the world of social media and blogging entered my reality, writing my first book was quite a one-dimensional approach. It was a selfish, directed and driven pursuit and other than ordinary distractions – lecturing , researching, family life in a household of 6 and infinite hours of taxi- time ferrying the little people around,… Continue reading Finding the motive for more words in between life and puppy turds .
As the year rumbles on at a rapid rate and Father Xmas cheers on his reindeers to get to each household on time, we still have a few days to ponder about our wishes for the new year and think about the year that was. In the last week or so, I've been thinking about connections,… Continue reading Connecting at Christmas