After 14 years of blissful living in Jozi, I’ve become a statistic. I guess it was way overdue. Yesterday evening, driving back from my Muay…
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“If it squeaks, it’s clean.” I remember my dad teaching us how to wash our hair when we were little girls. He was a firm…
So after the initial glee of a box full of heat Hair and Beauty Awards stuff wore off, the reality set in: I have to…
Continue reading Day 1 & 2: charming pharmacists and mothers-in-law
My mom and I went into a paroxysm of girlish glee last night when my judges’ box of goodies for the annual heat Hair &…
Well, hello there world – I’m back in blogland after a bit of a creative hiatus. That is, a hiatus during which any form of…
Band practice. Now there’s a word I didn’t think I’d be thinking about at the ripeish oldish age of 31 and a wee tiny bit.…
So this is one for the “cheerful reading experiences of the year” awards: how to go shopping for suitable funeral attire. Oh yes. Guess what…
Awrooo! I spied a Blood Moon as I wended my weary way (ooh! alliteration!) back from Muay Thai buttkicking (my butt got kicked) tonight… And…
I remember the Day of the Walrus. My dad and his big, strong, pie-in-my-belly-body fighting a losing battle against half a blow-up mattress (left behind…
I’ve found yet another thing that stimulates the volatile pits of oceandom that are my tearducts. I call it “bigpeepers sobbytissueis”. Or “those characters with…