Pilgrimage for my father

I take the journey to where I knew you best, The best you. Sweet memories flicker in between fractures of brokenness. Johannesburg Sterlizia’. Gorgeous, orange diving bird of paradise. Red sand and rocks. Familiar yet foreign.

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10 years without her

10 years without her As we move toward Christmas and New Year, like others I find myself reflecting. It’s been a brutal two years in so many ways for the world, and for me personally. Yet this year also brought…

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