Love me tender.

Love me tender.

There are people whose journeys with us affect us more than others. Every person shapes us differently, whether it is their journey to recovery or their final journey. The bond between carers and patients is so intimate, like a sacred thread woven through compassion...
Moons, myths and Marmite.

Moons, myths and Marmite.

On Monday morning, 8 September, just before dawn, I quietly sneaked out of my house. I briskly walked out into the street where I met with a mysterious prophet. She waited for me in the shadows on this misty Spring morning. My head torch illuminated her brown features...
Ice creams and mixed masala.

Ice creams and mixed masala.

Yesterday I had a video call with two close friends living in the US. It was lunch time for me and early morning for them. Both were in bed with their little girl, McKayla, squeezed in between them. I’ve not seen them in 3D for over a year, but we chat often (despite...
Koeksisters, curry and chakalaka.

Koeksisters, curry and chakalaka.

Every year around this time I have the same wardrobe crisis. Yes, like most white people in South Africa I don’t have an outfit for Heritage Day. If I’m honest, even if I had a little Voortrekker get-up to throw on, I doubt I would wear it. My husband can slip into a...