Please. Just go.
“I am not addicted to drugs, I am addicted to more.”
“Are we having fun yet?” The opening line from the Just For Today reading posted in our WhatsApp group sounds … More
Picture a list of people singularly unqualified to write about a subject: Men on women’s rights. White people about black … More
Gone 31 years today and to be honest this day feels just like any other. So that’s good, right? I … More
In my head a battle rages between myself and the people I love. I react to things I imagine they … More
So much I want to tell you. So much I want to say and justify and explain and reveal. Also, … More
I read the news yesterday. A car accident in the Eastern Cape. Your wife in hospital, her condition unknown. And … More
When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change You cannot give what you … More
Things I’ve written belong in my journal, not online. No audience required for all the thoughts I must think and … More
…work currently in progress has been paused until Tuesday. My amazing Sarah lands in Dubai in 8 hours and I … More
I just want to be heard. That’s all. I’ve felt locked up inside myself, unable to express how I feel, … More
I fully expected that my return to blogging would not be a ray of sunshine, and reading the last five … More
No, I don’t feel like being sensible about stuff. I don’t want to tread lightly around the sensitivities when it … More
Two little serendipitous finds on social media today that stuck a chord. The second one was Brett Cassidy’s Instagram pic … More
Go mad, get high, die. Or fix it.
Movement. Busyness. Distractions from the now. Today I set out to be active, to take part and be present. To … More
“I go to sleep at night praying – begging – not to wake up the next day.” Words that echo … More
Life just seems to be a distraction while we wait for our turn to be buried.
Well, the easy answer is, definitely not. But just for fun, what would your social media strategy be if you were to put your newborn on the popular photo-sharing service?
Whether it’s the Iftar connection of breaking your fast or in the melting-potjie of Heritage Month, a reminder that wherever we come from, it’s what’s on the table that brings us together.
When you live your life as much on Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat and Twitter as you do in the real world, you need to live by a set of rules that helps you tell the difference. Especially if social media is also where you make your living.
(Originally posted on BrightRock Change Exchange) The best way to describe my attitude towards marriage and relationships is curmudgeonly: I … More
It sounded like a dream come true for this brand-new convert to the wonderful world of rugby. A night out at the game, with a view from a private box, to boot. Just one problem…which team are you supposed to cheer for when the game is being played at home?
Who are you when you’re at work? Are you a middle manager, a top-ranking executive, or a chief cook and bottle-washer with delusions of grandeur? Whatever your business card may say, just be yourself and do the job you love to do.
It’s going to be a tough four months for those of us who don’t know our tries from our touchdowns, and our scrums from our lineouts. But you can do it, with a little help
Day 1: Thursday, 10 May – Lynn & Joe have left the building. “Just a short weekend away,” they said, … More
16.04.2018. Day 2191. You used to count the hours and the minutes and the seconds measuring out the chasm between … More
Endless tides ebb and flow around sites profound and impossible towers, seeking out The Next Best Thing, the Perfect Angle, … More
After all this time, I’m still making excuses for you
If only there was a reader. Just one…
10 tips to help you survive your first Park Run
I will find you again, in the smiles, laughter and love
A battered wreck of a car follows me into the deserted parking at the secluded beach I sometimes visit. I … More
I’ve been here a long time.
A mere 5 hours into my 43rd birthday and I have already learned 3 very valuable lessons, proving this old … More
A complete guide to the things they never tell you about beach running, but that you’ll soon discover. As a … More
Johan ‘Junior’ Botha 1956.03.19 – 2016.07.24 My amazing, talented cousin! We were not ready to say goodbye. How could we … More
The Meaning of Life. Well, the meaning of MY life, really, is simply measured in friendships. It doesn’t need a … More
The thing about the past is that it’s easy to see it ALL as bad, so that everything now is … More
I’m scrolling through Facebook, catching up on what people got up to while I was at work. A photo of … More
We miss you. I miss you. I miss your hugs and your smile and the way you made the world … More
Yesterday I felt I was fast approaching my breaking point. I wrote it out, pouring my chaos onto the page, … More
Isolation. Locking myself away from the world when really all I want to do is lock myself away from myself, … More
I haven’t weighed in on the debacle over whether or not the statue of Cecil John Rhodes must fall because, … More
The Proteas have been knocked out of the Cricket World Cup again. With predictable dullness online media has erupted with … More
“It’s confirmed! I’m going to be a daddy” reads a friend’s Facebook status update. So I click the ‘Like’ button … More
I’ve just turned 41, and as ages go, it’s an odd one. It’s not an event like 40 was, and … More
There is a ritual in my home. Every night when dinner is served, my constant companion is opened to the … More
Sunday, 8 March 2015. I first saw the news of your death on Facebook, followed by the various news sites … More