Death is everywhere. Charmain Naidoo thinks about her encounters with that dark word and world
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Cabin fever blues as Covid bites
Working from home is getting tired as the sounds of the suburbs intrude on our columnist’s peace of mind. Practicing presence may offer a way out of the losses and woes of the second wave
My father told me…
My father came and told me of a place he went to as a child. It was a tunnel sweet with weeds and a rushing, voiceless wind. He said he wished he could take me there, sometime. My father came and told me of places he went to as a youth. They were […]
The wonder and mystery of doors
My first remembered door was a toilet, me traumatised on the wrong side, trapped, wailing. Dad slid under the door a mysterious bit of serrated metal, introduced with the newly minted word, key, key … pick up the bloody key! Then, as I triumphed over the white oblong of wood and its forbidding creaks, three […]