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My True Love (A Tragedy)
Read more: My True Love (A Tragedy)Still acting like Madonna, and just like the lovers who err every now and then and risk getting caught, I had a serious case of the guilty conscience. It hit me hard.
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Massage with a HAPPY ending (A story about honesty)
Read more: Massage with a HAPPY ending (A story about honesty)My sister googled some words and we concluded that it must be a “collapsed lung”. My pain levels shot through the roof and I had to see a doctor. He sent me home with some “muscle relaxants” (honestly!). Less than 24 hours later, I was back in his office. Not relaxed in the least!
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The Zahir (A story about getting even)
Read more: The Zahir (A story about getting even)I noticed that the book on the bedside table happened to be “The Zahir” by Paulo Coelho — one of the very few of his books I had not yet read and the VERY book I had lost in the airport. It was fate.
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Surfer Babe (A Lesson in Prejudice)
Read more: Surfer Babe (A Lesson in Prejudice)Mid breakfast, I saw some action down on the beach again. I ran towards it, still thinking that it could well be Angelina Jolie, this time.
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Stuck in the Mud
Read more: Stuck in the MudMy car was stuck. In the mud. Yes, stuck in the mud and it was not a game. I had to get to an important meeting. I still had to get dressed for the important meeting. My clothes were at home. I was 5km away from home. I had no power at home. My…
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The Power of ART to touch the HEART
Read more: The Power of ART to touch the HEARTI was drawn to a lady. I saw her in the window. Not in an Amsterdam Red Light District kind of way. No, it was a statue of a lady to be exact and she was beautiful with the aura of a wise old soul. I wasn’t sure if she was for sale,…
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One of thosssssse days
Read more: One of thosssssse daysI woke up feeling strange. I knew that I had not slept well because my son was up lots, but it was not that. I felt off- centre. Just not myself. Instead of allowing myself just 15 minutes of gentle writing and meditation time (which I know works for me), I jumped straight…
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My Ego & The Manners Police
Read more: My Ego & The Manners PoliceI barged into a restaurant door. The first person I saw was a waitress. I said “Excuse me, where is the singer standing?” He was belting out one of my daughter’s favourite songs, drawing us in like the Pied Piper. He was nearing the end of the song. I wanted to see my girl’s face…

