Raising kids is sometimes hilarious and terrifying at the same time… as this site so wonderfully illustrates… Thanks Melissa!

Aw… my Dad’s first clothing shop – Frank B Earnest in Gardens Centre, Cape Town. I remember helping to paint that amazing floor when I was a little kiddo. The last time I popped round, over 10 years ago, there was a new store there but they’d kept the beautiful painted floor. Those old leather

I just went on an amazing solitary hike around Terlingua, over a hill, past Clyde’s house that burnt down and back into the Ghost Town where I currently live at Sinta’s. The wind had whipped up my dry seriously unwashed hair into a vision I can only describe as a bunch of desert twigs scrunched

…for my endlessly patient and loving family, for my inspirational funny intelligent friends who hang in there with me even though I keep moving country… to my new readers on yummy wakame for all the support and insight… to my uncle Steve who sent me a bunch of never seen toddler photos this morning of

I sense acutely today, that this difficult path I’ve chosen towards celibacy, for the time while I find my truest nature, is leading me towards the polar opposite of how I have lived my life so far. It is taking me down roads I never considered before, and allowing me to explore avenues I used