I forget sometimes that we’re still in a state of National Disaster, here in South Africa. At other times the…

“Mom,” said my teenage son, Al, on Saturday morning, “it sounds like a pre-teen party happening in the kitchen.” Listening…

As for losses, where do I start? My tendency is to drag along the losses like my own road-kill roped…

I stepped over the threshold. She was ready. Smiling. Her arms stretched out. I stopped, stood, petrified as a Pompei…

My head has been particularly ADD… flipping from one idea to the next… hardly finished typing a sentence before another…

I heard on the radio that today is Panic Day, a day to acknowledge the stress in our bodies, the…

Some people (including my late mother) would not be seen dead in their pyjamas. I, on the other hand, these…

I woke yesterday to darkness. I'd forgotten to buy electricity. I turned my head into my pillow. So what. Pretend…

The poet, Silke Heiss, reminded me a couple of weeks ago, of the time she and I were doing our…

‘How’re you doing? I asked Al this morning, sitting at the dining room table with his books. His open books.…