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  • Can you remember a time when you last got SUPER excited?

    Can you remember a time when you last got SUPER excited?

    Alright, I’m ridiculously late to the party, but I’ve been bingewatching literally EVERYTHING the VlogBrothers (Hank and John Green) make on YouTube, because I need the good feels these days and I’m also running out of steam with regard to, you know…hopes, dreams, ambition! And four minutes of one of these nutjobs ranting about something […]

  • A childhood memory that arrived unexpectedly and didn’t leave

    A childhood memory that arrived unexpectedly and didn’t leave

    In the 90s: Winter. Cape Town. It is dark, very early in the morning. School holidays have begun. Rain slashes the windscreen of our old, rusted Datsun, the one with the hole in the floor that we could stick our fingers through or peer in to watch the tarred road whizz by beneath. The daily […]

  • Men who spit

    Men who spit

    FUCKING WHY?! Holy fucking mother of every deity that this planet can conjure up, WHY DO MEN SPIT? Trying to navigate the 5km route between my place and my ex’s, avoiding public transport because it’s all coated with Covid-19 and panic, I realised that, even if I avoid crowded places and keep my child from […]

  • Dating Tales: The worst, the best and the one that ended in a podcast.

    Dating Tales: The worst, the best and the one that ended in a podcast.

    I have written about divorce, parenting, and falling in love again, but I have avoided talking about dating because it can read so much like gossip if I make it personal, and it has been a sort of all-over-the-place experience over this past year and hard to adequately sum up. But a former Tinder date […]

  • Falling in love straight after your divorce (and lessons I have learned).

    Falling in love straight after your divorce (and lessons I have learned).

    It’s clickbait, guys. But it’s also true. Argh. Love. What? Why? And more please. You know the story. The ex husband and I were horribly in love, had twelve excellent years, acquired offspring, and then discovered that we were no longer in love anymore and were left scratching our heads about what to do about […]

  • Touched By a Racist (or: Norway, come ON!)

    Touched By a Racist (or: Norway, come ON!)

    My friend was eyeballs-deep in his phone when his surgeon arrived to check on his progress after his tonsil-removal surgery. The location was a small, private facility in West Oslo, surrounded upmarket department stores and chain coffee shops, while the office itself seemed a little worse-for-wear inside. Oslo seems reluctant to give up its rain […]