I scribble about fumbling through the best years of my life &
about what makes my heart sing.
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I write because it’s what comes naturally for me. It’s how I process things, how I figure things out and how I savour experiences that I never want to lose.
I hope something here makes you smile – or maybe think about something differently.
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Sometimes lines that take the shape of a poem is a better expression. I can’t quite call these poetry yet, but it’s a work in progress.
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Creative, but with a B grade
My mother was a gifted seamstress. All my clothes were made my by mom, all our sweaters were knitted by my mom. I never inherited her dressmaking prowess, but I learned to knit and crochet as a child and never stopped. My love affair with needles and thread or yarn endures and I still knit,…
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Language
Growing up, I spoke English, but everyone else in my family spoke Afrikaans. It was something about me having difficulty learning to speak as a toddler and stumbling over the Afrikaans words. My parents switched to English and it clicked right away. The long standing joke in my family was that when I finally learned…
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Starting again … again
I escaped winter for two months so wasn’t lifting weights while I was in South Africa. Home a week now, and having exhausted all excuses and all strategies for delay, I dragged myself back there today. It’s always an ordeal to get there, always, and then, 10 minutes into the workout I remember that I…
