Some days are harder than others. Or that’s how it is for me.
Truly, I wish I were one of those remarkably consistent people. Especially since I work with young people, consistency would have been not just handy, but logical and just. Alas, I don’t possess it.
A letter to the missing piece.
Three bird visits
In the last week, I’ve been privileged to have been visited by three different types of birds.
Another sunny day in Uitenhage
An open letter to my fellow former Springbok rugby fans.
Let us not be sad. After all, as all South Africans know, dead Springbok means biltong.
Will the (Springbok) World end in Wales?
During my personal trials this week I’ve been telling myself: At least I’m not a worn-out, toothless herbivore facing a raging red dragon with my back to a cliff, a crag or a crevasse in the Welsh winter this weekend.
Alas, what awaits the hapless herbivores in the land of other people’s fathers tomorrow?
An open letter to the Springboks, from the fans.
Things have not been the same between us for a long time now.
It really has been a very hard year.
Now, you give the world Donald Trump … and take Leonard Cohen in the same week? Things are getting out of hand.
Please, may we discuss?
like-minded mere mortals