HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY TODDLER “May I Hug You” was born on a hot and sunny day a little over two years ago. Until then it had been a collection of short experiences committed to Facebook. Of how I was going around hugging total strangers. After asking permission, of...
BROUGHT LOW BY SHRIMP POOP I don’t like to touch my food. Everyone who knows me is aware of this. It has been the source of much amusement at my expense. “How do you eat a drumstick?” “Or a chop?” “Or a sandwich?” “Or a burger? With a knife and fork, of course. I...
DIE PIENK POT “JIE.” (The Little Pink Jar) “tjie” is a suffix used for almost anything under the sun in my mother tongue. That would be Afrikaans, spoken in South Africa by some. Bietjie – a little. Soetjies – quietly. Vroutjie – affection. Hondjie – puppy...
TWO BOYS AND A DOG (A True Story.) Near Philippi on the notorious Cape Flats in faraway South Africa, lived two young boys. One was fourteen years old. His name was Peter. He owned a pair of shoes. The other one was eight years old. His name was Gerry. He did not have...
OCCAM’S RAZOR. I’ve been out of sorts lately. Irritable and frustrated and hot. Temperatures in the high eighties/low nineties Fahrenheit is bearable. Add high humidity and it becomes downright nasty. Outdoorsy sun-loving me has to escape to the air conditioned boat....
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