close encounters of the crawly kind
“As the vertebrate monsters have waxed and waned, the insects have gone on mating and hatching and, as they do,…
slap, crackle and a bop on the nose
My daughter has become a hitter. At 17.5 months of age, she has started to slap anyone, including me, that…
salute to the last dance before closing time
The last time I danced was in Port St Johns. We’d hired a house on the beach and I danced…
black dogs
I began this year on a hopeful note, upbeat and glad to see the back of 2010 which was, by…
it’s too effing hot
It’s Friday and I’ve only managed to achieve two of the goals I set myself for the first week of…
Mandela in a Cringy Accent
Gayle worked in accounting. She wore plaid skirts and spoke proper english with a gentle lilting brogue. She was one…
Two Tutus = Midlife Crisis
So I’m rubbing a little styling wax through my hair, defining points around my face, when I see rogue grey…
Shame on you, Cape Town!
Note: I in no way mean to imply that the loss of one’s mobility is in any way comparable to having…