Owen was born less than a year after our trip to Israel. Time of birth: 10:15am on a Thursday morning. I remember the time because I looked at the clock in the delivery room right after he emerged into the world and I know it was a Thursday because my husband was fasting and we…
Our trip to the Promised Land began on a promising note. I was greeted at the airport by Anton and the Ben-Avis all of whom had flown up from Cape Town where they’d been spending the past month together. Everyone seemed happy enough to see me and Sara was beaming at Anton when she saw…
We lived on a farm up in the hills, secluded, tucked away from prying eyes and curious ears, yes. But, every day a little convoy of vehicles would exit the gates and bump along the dusty roads making a daily commute to town. Each car was filled to capacity and eventually our group of town…
“Kyla, do you think there’s something going on between Gad and Bree?” Sara was asking me with a twinkle in her eye. We were sitting next to the pool at Mosaic and she’d patted a spot on her towel beckoning me to sit nearer to her. Whispering, giggling and conspiring about Gad’s love life felt…
The first time I met Kerry, I was mesmerised. She was beautiful and funny and had a million-dollar smile. Her laugh was contagious and bubbled out for all the world to hear. There was something sparkling and unhindered about her. Kerry had a little boy and as a thirteen-year-old looking at a girl just four…
Waking up in a naked tangle of arms and legs is a very startling experience when you’ve never been near an unclothed man before, let alone touched one. So, as my bleary eyes blinked open and I glanced out the window over the profile of my sleeping lover I was all too grateful to see…
It was unfortunate, but none of the girls in our group had particularly dainty physiques. We were all still carrying our pre-twenties baby fat and had what the guys unsubtly hollered “thunder-thighs”. I was just grateful all of us were in it together and we’d run screaming into the water whenever it was time to…
The N1 is our national highway. It runs all the way from Cape Town city center, snaking a path between the sprawling metropolis before gliding effortlessly into the Huguenot tunnel as it bids Table Mountain farewell, where not even 200 years ago a band of courageous pioneers, the voortrekkers, weren’t so lucky. What they would…
We’re fighting over a pear. I refuse to surrender this juicy, ripe fruit and he isn’t having any of it. Grabbing my arm in an attempt to pry it out of my stubborn fingers, he’s underestimated my commitment to the pear and I put up a real fuss. But we’re laughing. We’re laughing? Yes, yes,…
By any standards, Alon farm and all its subsequent properties were beautiful. Even in the early days when funds were scarcer there was always a rustic yet orderly charm. Sara was the one to thank for this. Despite the crude vivid green plastic chairs and mass-produced Chinese coffee that were mugs ordained with garish designs…
