Blogging about flogging layers
Somebody call the plumber. I’m in need of a suction device that’s strong enough to plunge itself deeper than I wish to go, in order to retrieve the most unsavoury thing clogging up the natural flow of words within my pipes. Unblock me please. This …
The fear of doing something for the first time is often not as crippling as the fear of doing it again. Experience plays a role in this, leaving little to the imagination as to how it might pan out. The memory of that first attempt …
Congratulations in Shona. Shona being one of the spoken tribal languages of Zimbabwe. I was born in Mashonaland so it’s the other word I know for celebrating a job well done. It’s taken me a couple of weeks to write it, but here it is. …
As a child, the only reference I had to this question came in the form of a children’s book that told a story about a Mum and a Dad. My sisters and I used to flip through the book, scanning the boring pages until we …
The joy of writing a blog is the freedom to say who, when, how much. There are no rules, no constraints, and no deadlines. A thought arises, an influx of emotions surge, palms sweat, toes twitch, nails get bitten as excitement takes my clothes off …
I think I was about 13 or 14 when I lay on my bed hallucinating from the effects of tick bite fever. My walls were covered in posters of all the famous actors I believed to be in love with. They were waiting for me …
There are so many great pearls of wisdom out there for couples, whether married or committed to each other for however long, on how to keep the spice going in their relationships. How to spark it up. Keep the spark flaming. Relight the fire. Burn …
Don’t you just love it when you are in the middle of doing something and you hear a song that immediately relocates you from your current position to the place that harbours a specific memory? It can take some time to lock it down, find …
There are a number of books that I’ve acquired over the years, somehow, without any recollection as to how they actually got themselves onto the shelves. I’ve looked at their spines long enough to know that they are there, collecting dust underneath the others. Two …
One of my very dear friends got engaged this week, to her delightful, handsome male counterpart. As it is with most things these days, social media notified me first. Upon discovery of this exciting bit of news, I picked up my phone and called her …