Trust your inner unicorn.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures, People prefer when they ask “How are you?” in passing to hear a frivolous “Fine!”, because they were not really interested in your response in the first place. If you can throw in a fake smile, all the better. Don’t waste your truth on such individuals whose eyes are already scanning the room while waiting for “Fine” to escape your lips only so their insincere selves can move on. One soon learns who actually cares about your response. It is usually the same people cheering when you achieve. I wish you enough, Wenchy #wenchytude Continue reading Trust your inner unicorn.

Get help brave heart.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures, It is a well-known fact, and the punchline of many jokes and silly conversations behind my back, that I do have bipolar disorder. I feel pity for ignorance. I was diagnosed at 14 years of age with manic depression and over the years the medical fraternity came up with a new word to scare people. Bipolar! Bring the holy water! I want the stigma removed and by being open about it, I know from the emails I receive, that it helps others come to terms with mental health. Climbing and admitting there is a … Continue reading Get help brave heart.

It always seems impossible until it’s done.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures, I know people would love for me to just move on, but good luck with that. I miss my child. My therapist says to just feel it. The missing of my Liam James. Sit with it as long as I need. It feels so much like grief although Lee is very much alive, and *only* 10 000km away. Six months. It’s a long time to sit… and feel. I’m tired. Please stop asking when I’m going to visit. There is no money for such things. I know you mean well. I wish you enough, … Continue reading It always seems impossible until it’s done.

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

Dear friends and other interesting creatures, Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride of my step, The curl of my lips. I’m a woman Phenomenally. Phenomenal woman, That’s me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please, And to a man, The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees. Then they swarm around me, A hive of … Continue reading Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.

Just Add Peppadew

Dear friends and other interesting creatures, Last night I attended a beautiful function at Workshop55 where the town was painted red with Peppadew South Africa! We enjoyed an extensive menu of dishes that included Pepperdews®. It included a Spring Garden Salad with seasonal vegetables that was pickled, roasted and pureed with herbs. It featured hot, sweet piquanté Pepperdews®. One of my favourites were the White Fish Goujons. Hot mango atchar (also part of the Peppadew® range), hot, sweet piquanté Pepperdews®, pineapples, chimichurri, coriander and pickled carrots. The Spicy Chicken was a bit hot for me, although the sweet piquanté Pepperdews® … Continue reading Just Add Peppadew

Die Ellen Pakkies Storie

Dear friends and other interesting creatures, I attended a VIP screening of Die Ellen Pakkies Storie tonight at Ster Kinekor. It was one of two occasions where I was so emotional that I chose not to interact with the cast, but leave to cry in my car. To grasp #DieEllenPakkiesStorie would be to open yourself to the unthinkable. A mother killing her adult son. You have to see this heartbreaking, raw, unbelievable true love/life story to understand the depth of a mother’s love, and the width of her despair. I cannot rate this movie higher than I do. Jill Jazz … Continue reading Die Ellen Pakkies Storie

Guest Post: A part-time transgender woman.

Male Privilege: Yes, It Is Real When typing the heading to this piece I felt myself fighting back the words ‘no shit Sherlock’ and then wondered, ‘should I carry on writing this?’ Then I remembered why I wanted to write this and resolved to carry on bashing the keyboard relentlessly. You see, I have been told, sometimes by women close to me and very definitely by many men of varying degrees of closeness, that male privilege does not in fact exist. But, I know that it does. I experience it daily both as the beneficiary and the ‘victim’ of it. … Continue reading Guest Post: A part-time transgender woman.

Fibromyalgia

Dear friends and other interesting creatures, I felt it building. The exhaustion. From Monday to Thursday I realised I was incredibly tired by bedtime. Like there isn’t enough sleep in the world to feed me. Last night I felt myself crashing. It’s a tired I can’t explain. I took my daily meds to assist sleeping and not having my body present itself as a stiff job in the morning. Usually I fall asleep soon after. Nothing. I’m so tired that my eye lids feel heavy but still, no sleep. Round 3am I took my anxiety meds. Again feeling more relaxed … Continue reading Fibromyalgia