Yesterday Again
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The Funeral Dress
My father was not the most reliable man. Much like our Liam James who may go out to buy milk and see you in a week because the opportunity to go to the coast (ten hours away) came up between home and the buying of said milk. It sounded like a plan and off he… Continue reading
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Only love.
Dear friends and other interesting creatures, My genes, my love, are rubber bands and rope – make yourself a structure you can live inside. – Aimee Bender Growing up, my entire existence revolved around the blessing, forgiveness, joy or occasional disappointment my grandparents may have felt about me. Oupa Mike and Ouma Chrissie were the… Continue reading
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The River
The summers were sweltering. Walking towards a braai fire to greet you, I remember the extra warmth of the fire clearly. I remember your smile and the true happiness as we said hello. You had clearly already started the Merry part of Christmas. I expected nothing less. You always were more of a bottle than… Continue reading
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42 you said?
Dear friends, family and other interesting creatures, Some bonds cannot be broken. Not even in death. It may be 17 years since Tim died, but I had a very real sense of him yesterday. I could not understand why he lingered yesterday. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Usually I am able to pin point… Continue reading
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For the good times
Dear friends and other interesting creatures, This reminded me of beautiful you, Victoria . My youngest biological child. The way you use to look at me with wonder when you were little. I told you if they could one man on the moon, why couldn’t they put all of them there? 🙂 You seemed to… Continue reading
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.. so lui die ou, ou sprokie my kind
As die reën van stof en roet verby is en die rook verdwyn Sal daar in die sterrelose hemel ‘n neonboog verskyn En kyk maar goed, want as jy hom vind vertel ek vir jou ‘n sprokie my kind, van ‘n skatkis met ou kettings gebind aan die neonboog se punt Volg hom elke nag… Continue reading
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… love never ends, if you keep it alive.
Dear friends and other interesting creatures, 14 December 1984. I always count until a second before 19h00 thinking…. I also had a Dad. After that, nothing. At 19h05, I dry my face and resume life. I’ve done this ritual for as long as I remember. My life was forever changed from that moment. I was… Continue reading
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Shut your eyes and see.
Dear friends and other interesting creatures, Every year, I do my best to approach December as a passage of time, just another month. Some years I do better than others. The anniversary of my father’s death is on the 14th, and my Oupa Mike on the 12th… Just before Christmas is Oupa Mike’s birthday. I… Continue reading
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A name, I call myself…
Dear friends and other interesting creature, My parents shared they were desperately wanting a little girl when they were pregnant with me. Which is awesomeness cause I never wanted to be a boy. As I understand it, my almost 20 year old father went to register me and decided Christine, the name they had chosen,… Continue reading
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In conversation with Liam James
Dear friends and other interesting creatures, I’ve slowly been building up a series of interviews I have done with the kids in my life. Kinda get their perception of me…. So far I’ve published Kyle and Kyla ‘s answers to my many questions. Go check them out. Today’s is a little different. I found a post… Continue reading
About Me
Mom to many, wife to SirNoid. Lover of water, walks in the shade and all things purple.
Nocturnal Wenchy 