Tag: Personal
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My Week as a List

And so begins the season of sludge. It’s no fun to see photos of babies in hospitals. (Get well soon, Joshua!) My kid gives the best hugs. Yay, a new patron! Clients who settle their accounts immediately are unicorns, and must be celebrated and protected at all times. My new glasses are so much comfier…
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Do You See Books?

One of my writer friends shared this meme on Facebook, and it’s been swimming in my head since. Which one of these are you? People often ask me if I see the things I write, and the answer is no. With the exception of single scenes here and there, I don’t visualise. I don’t know…
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My Glasses Broke & Other Life Snippets

Do I like change? No. And especially not while my anxiety is breaking free of its adamant prison in my head, but hey? Whatcha gonna do about it? So, new glasses. The old ones broke so randomly I’m still not exactly sure what happened. Maybe the cold? Old age? Eh. But I think I’m mostly…
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Finding Myself Again

So, I’ve been doing yoga. This is a massive first for me, made interesting by the fact that I’m not the most active of people. I bought the yoga mat last year and signed up for a class with a friend, but then 2020 did its thing and we never made it to class. As…
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The Update Post

What exactly happened while I was away? So. Damn. Much. Let me catch you up. With the virus gaining momentum in South Africa, the risk grew for my loved ones (and is still growing). We’re lucky enough to have no Covid-related deaths in our direct family, but people I care about were now exposed, some…
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While I was Away

This post is basically a collection of random photos. I took some with my Instagram account in mind, but most are just spur of the moment, hey-look-a-shiny! pics. Did they make it to Instagram? Nope. Still, this is a pretty good collage of my quiet, uneventful lockdown life, and I figure I should document it…
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Two-Oh-Two-One

Call the Ghost Busters or a necromancer–it’s me. For realzies. I’ve been the rarest of online sightings in the past few months, but the blog suffered most. So, allow me this moment to dust off the cobwebs and breathe in the stale air… Yes, I’m back. I’d tell you about the incredible lows my mental…
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Five

It was unreasonably sunny, after the ordeal we’d had. Kayla–not yet two–had experienced the worst possible first flight. She’d been sick and unable to sleep, and while I’d struggled to soothe her, the creepy flight attendant had flirted with me all night. I’d also been motion sick, overheated, and generally uncomfortable, but all of it…


