A surprise outcome was the invitation to a Facebook community of previous school companions from the Dominican Convent, that I attended in t

I cannot express my appreciation for the opening of Zonderwater on a non-public day, as it provided the incredible opportunity for my discov

Perhaps naively, I forged ahead with only Mamma’s perspective of Italian life during and after World War 2. Life however involves other peop

As I look around me, my elder sister’s house has a terracotta tiled patio that envelopes two sides of their double-storied tin-roofed house.

The major ingredients however, the foundations upon which this event took place could not but be an African setting. The brief but formal ma

I’d forgotten about the noise of Africa. People shout; car exhausts roar - it’s a hubbub of busy-ness. Whether strolling the beaches, walkin

The dried-sweat smell of much handled tacky dollar notes is a familiar scent, and ironically stirred up some weirdly comforting memories. As

I chose to get the manuscript professionally edited despite having lived and breathed my book for four years and being certain it had been a

Again at a crossroads on what to include and how to write it, my husband suggested alternating chapters that would reveal to readers the two

Should I start at the end and come back to the beginning? Should I analyse it from a Freudian perspective making claims about why my mother