Survival 101 for the Gentle Among Us

So, I spent the afternoon at a kids birthday party recently and watched my daughter be pushed from number 2 in the queue to number 15 in a line of 16 kids.   I watched the whole thing unfold in ultra slow motion. First one push, then another 3, then another before she was standing at the back.   Now, you have to understand how … Continue reading Survival 101 for the Gentle Among Us

Traffic Light Lady (A story about running your own race) – To the Trompies “MADIBUSENG” soundtrack

Someone I barely know asked me how I find the energy to chase my dreams with such gusto?  She continued by stating, quite matter of factly, that I seem to be one of those people to whom great opportunities “just come” and the lovely lady ended off by saying that she also noticed that I didn’t really have to “work very hard” to get to … Continue reading Traffic Light Lady (A story about running your own race) – To the Trompies “MADIBUSENG” soundtrack

Sweeping Things Under the Carpet (A story about leading by example)

My 2 year old took a tub of black eye shadow and sprinkled it all over our cream bedroom carpets. He didn’t spill. He sprinkled. Liberally.     I was very upset. And the look on his face told me that he understood how I felt about his “magic dust”.      After I calmed down, I took a small Persian rug and threw it … Continue reading Sweeping Things Under the Carpet (A story about leading by example)

Something Fishy (A story about value judgement)

Our seafood platter arrived and it was spectacular! I grabbed a fat king prawn, downed it and chewed hard on the shell, spitting the crushed muck into my cupped right hand. Next, I broke off a piece of sweet lobster and sucked hard, making sounds my mother would not have been proud of.   Then, just as I reached for that second scoop of lemon butter … Continue reading Something Fishy (A story about value judgement)

The Call to Rip off the Band-Aid

Hardly 24 hours after my mother died, someone walked up to me with the soul (yes soul) purpose of telling me that they were “angry” with me.   They felt further entitled to pour out the details, as though I had any capacity whosoever to indulge such a “sharing” at that particular moment in my life.   The more I reflected on that emotional ambush … Continue reading The Call to Rip off the Band-Aid

KINDNESS POLICE (A story about fickle people)

Now, of course I have had plenty of experience with people like that: the full range from mild to extra hot bitches, from the subtle frenemies to the full-on social food chain hoes. But I walked away from my brief encounter wondering why it still unnerved me. I shouldn’t give a damn, right?

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