A Beautiful Winter Coleslaw

We went out to the bush last Sunday. It turned out to be the kind of winter’s day you wish…

Pistachio Dukkah

I’m sitting on the couch, cross-legged, woolen socks on. It’s late afternoon, raining outside, low grey skies, seeping damp. Both…

A few weekends ago I invited a friend around for Sunday brunch. She came with a backpack full of eggs…

“Flour on the floor makes my sandals slip and I tumble into your arms. Too hot to bake this morning…

Most weeks roll on like the ones before, and the ones after. We eat and sleep and play. We work…

“I believe that one can never leave home. I believe that one carries the shadows, the dreams, the fears and…

Love, we’re going home now, Where the vines clamber over the trellis… – from ‘Love, We’re Going Home Now’, Pablo…

My older brother and his daughter have been coming around on Wednesdays to spend the day with us. The kids…

Not that long ago, a special occasion called for booze and parties, wild costumes and late nights/early mornings. In these…

“You, reader, are alive today, reading this, because someone once adequately policed your mouth exploring.” – Maggie Nelson, The Argonauts…