It’s all a matter of perspective

It’s all a matter of perspective

Pete and I are 35 and still have never owned a house. We rent a quirky little home with a backyard that is at times better suited to bundu-bashing than games of baseball or catch. The carpets are stained with melted play-doh and mud has been tracked in irreversible...
Five Minute Friday: On Distance

How the mailman made me feel noticed

Mail and memories arrive today from South Africa. And candy. I’m standing in the living room surrounded by chaos and flour because Micah is modeling a culinary masterpiece at the dining room table. And the mailman hands me a package that I wasn’t expecting...
Why I dance in the rain

Why I dance in the rain

I was born and raised in South Africa – third, fourth, fifth generation – and all my childhood memories of vacations are from the dry flat landscape of the Karoo. Stark unrelenting miles of dusky golds and browns interrupted only by bitter faced mountains and lonely...