Let’s talk about the weird tensions that arise during a second round of lockdowns in, say, a global pandemic. Specifically the tension between boredom and gratitude. Spoiler alert: I do not have this figured out (at all).
Let’s talk about the weird tensions that arise during a second round of lockdowns in, say, a global pandemic. Specifically the tension between boredom and gratitude. Spoiler alert: I do not have this figured out (at all).
Let’s go 2021! After 3 blissful weeks of no computer, no work and very little thinking, I am back at my desk and ready to tackle what this new (unprecedented?) year will bring. Here’s the theme I’ve chosen for the year….
Today is World Diabetes Day (whoop whoop!) It’s the middle of National Diabetes Month, my busiest month of the year because everyone wants to talk about diabetes – all the time.
Last week I took myself on a two-day writing retreat to finish writing The Grief Handbook. It was glorious, and sad, and beautiful, and emotional…
I’m experimenting with something at the moment… Intense, vivid gratitude. Pouring oil on the flames of gratitude. Elaborating on any spark. Turning the volume up allll the way. Here’s why…
It’s the end of a busy week, but oh! What joy it has held.
A few days before the anniversary of my mom’s death, I found out that a little book I wrote while in lockdown in Durban is going to be published. It’s called The Grief Handbook and it is a guide through the worst days of your life.
I am on the brink of one of the great secrets of life. But I’m not quite there yet… It’s been a challenging couple of days, and I can sense that I’ve almost figured something out – almost. The secret is this: If it’s not this, it’ll be something else.
It’s my mom’s birthday today. 3 weeks to the day since the anniversary of her death. Three is my lucky number. There’s a symbolism in there somewhere, but I don’t know where it is.
My brother sent this beautiful quote this morning, and I absolutely love it. It so perfectly captures what I was trying to say in the…
Is it possible? Am I writing about something that isn’t grief or parenting related? Believe it!
This has been such a strange time to live through, hasn’t it? One of the themes that keeps recurring in conversations with my friends is male/female gender roles. They’ve been brought into the spotlight for many of us. It’s something I’m still grappling with, so I’m not sure how coherent this will be, but here goes…