Every time I sit in a dentist's chair I remember a specific scene from James Frey's book, a million little pieces. The book was initially sold as a memoir of his life as an addict and his recovery process. This scene tells the story of...
Teaching is in my blood. I have grown up in a family of teachers and even now, cousins and siblings have joined the profession. Although I’m not officially in the teaching space myself anymore, I have spent time in my firm’s Learning and Development team...
Since my younger years, I’ve set very high, sometimes unrealistic, expectations for myself. While this has motivated me and made me determined to excel, I’ve very often fallen short and been disappointed with myself, even when the bar was set too high to begin with....
My husband usually does most of the cooking when we host dinner parties. He discovered his love for kitchen experimenting a few years ago when he got hooked on a season of Master Chef Australia and now whips up delicious roasts, risottos and pastas. But...
Our little girl is just five months old, but has her dad so tightly wrapped around her little finger, it’s quite scary. She hears his voice and a gorgeous smile spreads across her face. She is the first one to be greeted when he arrives...
My two year old has been on a semi hunger strike for a while now and has been refusing to eat almost everything he used to love. He’d nibble on things throughout the day but would never finish a full meal, particularly the ones I’d...
Group exercise is back in my life and I am loving it! The revolutionary Barre Body has finally come to Joburg. My gorgeous sister in law introduced me to ‘barre’ earlier this year when she became an instructor in the Cape Town studios. Barre Body “works...
From the moment my two year old opened his eyes on Friday morning, he was moaning and miserable. He was whining about everything that normally wouldn’t bother him at all. The weather was as bleak as he was and rain was forecast for most of...
My Gran, our Toet, would have been 88 years old today. It feels like yesterday that we sat on her couch on June afternoons, drinking Milo and watching Wimbledon, when we’d find her sitting on a deck chair outside her back door reading a book...
At the end of a very long, emotionally draining day, I find myself thinking about a picture I saw on Facebook about two years ago which said ‘what if you woke up tomorrow with only the things you thanked God for today?’. On days like today,...