It’s a family affair.

God bless our food. Amen. For starters, my aunt was begging her spoilt-brat beloved son to “grace us with his presence” and we were rolling our eyes when he finally came through. We began the Christmas Lunch tradition long after my aunt had retired. Her sanity amidst insanity was rooibos tea, newspapers and gardening, because…

I’m tired.

By now, everyone has told you that if you do your best, it will pay off. You’ll pass the test, graduate, be acknowledged and keep the job – it’s inevitable. It’s the golden rule of the universe. All this is true. But, do you know what else is true? Shit happens. And, sometimes, your tissue…

Becoming Alright.

Saturday night. I have a glass of wine in my hand. Of course. I am in the dark outside my little room and am listening to Tank singing “I can’t make you love me if you don’t,” because this is what women do. We linger in brokenness. We’re never sure if it’s a cleansing process or ‘weak-ass-bitch’ nonsense….

Whiskey.

It’s complicated. I don’t want to get into the nitty-gritty details of how I fell in love with a man that could never be mine. I blindfolded myself and walked into the trap entirely aware, so I am eighty percent guilty. Make that eighty-five. The collateral damage happened in Johannesburg, although I had met him…

Alone.

One glass of wine is enough to get me all emo these days. It always starts with gourmet dinner, which I cook for myself (I call it self love). But then, instead of being in the moment, I think about how sad it is that I am having the meal alone. Today, as I am…