My misadventures as a single creative writer in the Mother City
Kids, in the Autumn of 2021, I discovered that I was relatively happy. This was a novel concept to me because you know about my battles with the black dog. Yet, somehow I was really content and in a good place. I put this down to a couple of changes I’d made in my life: […]
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“Wait … you REALLY got your dress stuck in an escalator and nearly flashed the security guard at the bottom of it? Oh, this is hilarious … stop it, you’re making my tummy ache!” That, Kids, was my Uber driver’s reaction to me laying my soul bare about the latest mortifying thing to happen to […]
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Kids, far from being sad about being single in the month of Love, I actually felt super adored and happy with my life. See, instead of fixating on everything that was missing from my life, I chose to celebrate the incredible things and people I do have. With the recent ending of my short stint […]
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Kids, in general, online dating was a fuck show but in 2021, when faced with a Bumble chatter who steadfastly refused to believe that the worldwide COVID-19 pandemic was real, who thought that South Africa’s adjusted Level 3 lockdown was stupid and who didn’t a fuck about my safety but was desperate for a hook-up, […]
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Kids, the Year of WTF, 2020, was finally, FINALLY coming to a f***ing end and Gods, was I glad to see it go! 2020 had started out with your Nan being hospitalized and having a second stent implanted; me being diagnosed with having high blood pressure and taking chronic medication; me stuck in the toxic […]
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Kids, it was once again the most wonderful time of the year – when nosy and rude relatives, friends and strangers were getting all up in my business about being single and I had to resist the urge to strangle them with wire, dismember them in my Kill Room and shove their black bag stuffed […]
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7 September 2020, sometime in the middle of the godforsaken night… “Oh God, I am never going to be able to leave this bed and walk again. I’ve been put on unpaid sick leave, my boss hates me and I am never going to walk again. I’ll never be able to finally resign and say […]
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Kids, a year after Jet seemingly broke me with his rejection and I plunged into the deepest depression I’d ever known up to that point, I was finally over it. And him. Sure, it had taken me longer than expected – between his overbearing stalking and constant need to force his way into my personal […]
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There I was, lying spread-eagled, legs in the air, searching for my underwear, panting hard and screaming the Good Lord’s name… I know what you’re thinking but get your minds out of the goddamn (pun totally intended) gutter! I’d recently torn my left ankle’s tendons and had realised, midway through trying to pull my pants […]
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Kids, in life, only three things are certain: death, taxes and change… Problem was, I HATED change. Even for a water sign and as someone whose day job required a certain level of flexibility, I hated it. Five months in lock down and a despairing sense that everyone’s lives were still moving along except mine, […]
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