Goodbye to Cape Town, my mother

Four years ago, when moving to Cape Town was still just an idea I toyed with, a friend said, “Cape Town is a very good mother.” Three and a half years down the line and I agree with all my heart.

My safe place – Table Mountain from my bed

My safe place – Table Mountain from my bed



Of high heels and questions

How is it that mothers always know best? And does nature conspire with them so that they’re always right too?

A recent invitation to take part in a mini talk show destined for early morning TV made me realise my mommy’s wisdom anew. She always said, “Wear high heels,” to which I would always roll my eyes as I slipped on some sandals. (more…)