Wednesday, February 14, 2018. Then I read it again. Then I had it read to me. Then I read it one more time. A man says yes without knowing. How to decide even what the question is,. And is caught up, and then is carried along. And never again escapes from his own cocoon;. Into the deep well of other beings;.

With Day Zero looming, Capetonians are getting increasingly anxious about the day when the taps run dry. I have mixed feelings about this. I think we also need a playlist of Water Songs for inspiration.

And so it is we come to say Goodbye to 2017. so I am more than ecstatic to see in 2018. In spite of all the difficulties - often it felt like I was wading through treacle - I feel I learned a lot. It is often out of the darkest times that you really do see what your mettle is made of - what you can accept, what you can change and what work you still have to do on yourself. Monday, 18 December 2017.

Saturday, November 08, 2014. Not sure yet if I want to say goodbye completely to good old Telecommuter Talk, but it seems it was time for me to move on. Saturday, June 14, 2014.

Bits and Pieces from my little space on this planet. Early Rainy Morning on the Beach. I was out at sunrise the other day. One minute the sky displayed a full spectrum of color. The next it was dark and intermittently I was pelted with rain. Royal Tern chilling in the rough surf.

Friday, January 15, 2016. Or Maybe Just Starting Over. I am writing about other things. Still our family, but in a different vein and with a broader brush. If you want to follow along, feel free to check it out! Wednesday, January 7, 2015.

Thursday, October 30, 2014. I loved you in The Goodbye Girl and Family. You were adorable! I also loved you in All In the Family and My World and Welcome To It! Actually, those were other actors.

Final for Journalism take 2. All I Want is a Garden. 17 days of wondering why me. 17 days of continued bad news and frustration and stress.

Tuesday, July 7, 2015. Goodbye, lounge room! I have a job which calls for a lot of reading and writing. And where do I do this reading and writing? Well, until very recently, like so many writers, I worked at the kitchen table. Even to pause and ponder feels a li.