My thoughts about the world
Cape Town – When my niece was in Grade 2, she needed an empty shoebox for a project. This should have been simple – but it wasn’t. Neither my sister, my mother nor I had such a thing as an empty shoebox. I had to ask a colleague (who has beautiful taste in shoes) to bring one to the office so that the school could get its project.
A back injury forced me to lie down for weeks at a time. This is what I learned…
Cape Town – Every week, I have to come up with an idea for a column. Sometimes the idea is right there in front of me. Sometimes there are lots of ideas I just don’t want to touch. And sometimes there is nothing at all. This was one of those weeks. What, I said to my husband and son, am I going to write about? Jack, 13, had an instant response: write about Magic The…
Cape Town – I spent a couple of hours in paradise this week. Well. maybe not paradise exactly, but it is a gorgeous piece of Cape Town. I was invited to spend some time with Groot Constantia’s winemaker Boela Gerber, and so a gorgeous late summer Wednesday was spent on the country’s oldest wine estate rather than eating lunch at my desk. I’m on a steep learning curve in the world of wine and the…
Cape Town – Every week I am supposed to write a column. And this week, it appeared that my ideas folder had run dry. That’s partly because I am much pre-occupied with the dreadful, all consuming task that besets the parents of Grade 7 pupils: the finding of a suitable high school. We did some research and went to some school open days last year (on the sensible advice of a friend, who said that…
In the summer my son Jack turned four, he started to develop strange white patches on the skin of his neck. Over the course of several weeks, the patches spread to his chest and right arm. The paediatrician was a little flummoxed and put in a call to a dermatologist. It was, she said, vitiligo. And so began our journey with a rare condition that most people know nothing about.
