Read my Response to the Huffington Post article – “The Thing All Women Do That You Don’t Know About”. Way to grab attention with a headline! It’s a good one and I click, wondering: what do I, and all women do, that men don’t know about? The
Monthly Archive:: November 2015
A look at life in post-Apartheid South Africa – The kids in the townships of South Africa run unsupervised in gangs, and when I say gangs, I mostly mean harmless gangs of naughty friends, bored, looking for something to do. They are great kids with keen senses
Second Hand Lions You really can’t go wrong with a movie starring Robert Duvall, Michael Kane and Haley Joel Osment ! This is a funny, feel good movie with a message about being true to yourself and living life on your own terms. My boys laughed
I have lived with several Zen masters – all of them cats. Eckhart Tolle
Percy Jackson and the Olympians : The Sea of Monsters Percy Jackson fans (largely a tween audience I imagine) will love this movie. It is exciting, flows well and is full of action as the friends embark on a dangerous mission to find the Golden Fleece
To live in the moment with the faith and patience of a cat waiting on the morning sun.
What shall I buy for Christmas ? What I remember of Christmas mornings as a child is the tree, or more to the point, all the presents under the tree. My family was not wealthy, but we had enough, and my mother (perhaps owing to her own
Africa does not exist anywhere else. You can look at pictures and hear stories but it’s not there. It’s not in the smell of rain on your dusty foothills, though that smell is as synonymous with Africa as any. It’s not in the sound of waves crashing
The world’s stage beckons. Sometimes the odds are stacked in our favor, a glittering temple of ambition achieved, enemies vanquished and life preserved. Sometimes – stage right – sirens blare and neon warnings blink and airplanes hover, bomb, hurtle to the moon, Mars, the depths of the
Many, many years ago I attended a work function one winter evening at a destination I can’t remember in the northern suburbs of Johannesburg, South Africa. We walked into this large, open room. It was sparsely decorated, cold high ceilings and dimly lit by candlelight and fire.
I’m not a “foodie”. I don’t spend hours slaving over a hot stove. I don’t spend whole weekends compiling a month of different crock-pot meals in freezer bags, although I think it a wonderful idea and efficiency at its finest. I made my children’s birthday cakes from
Stuff. What is it about stuff? When we lose someone we love, we have to do something with their stuff. What if the stuff doesn’t have any monetary value? What if it just has meaning, a memory? How much of that stuff should we keep? Do we