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Last night, I had a dream about a dream. Let that sink in. I was dreaming that I was telling someone (a crocodile expert) about a dream that I had (about crocodiles), except that in my dream (the last night one), the crocodile dream was an actual event.  Let me backpedal and share the original […]

It started in 2022. I was pregnant with William and waking up early each morning with Makia.  I noticed that my fatigue each day was almost unlivable. I would half-heartedly complete my daily tasks, do the bare minimum of parenting (this was the iPad era, sorry, Makia) and limp to the finish line by dinner […]

New Year’s has a very special place in my heart. It was on New Year’s Eve 2012 that I made the decision to quit my chef job to pursue Instagram as a full-time career.  Leading up to the New Year, I had been receiving opportunities in my inbox for all kinds of cool things, including […]

It’s funny. I’ve spent more than half of my forty-two years living within 100 meters of the beach, yet I’ve never consistently made a habit of going.  I have a core memory of going for a swim one morning when I was in high school. It was one of those perfect days with pristine visibility, […]

I’ve been holding back on writing because I’ve had it in my mind that my next story needs to be about the ocean and how it’s healing me. I’ve been taking heartfelt notes of the lessons I’m learning from the sea. I scheduled a photo shoot (my first in years) to celebrate the beauty of […]

I downloaded the Instagram app in late 2011 after reading an interesting article online about it. I only knew it was a social network, and the journalist who wrote the piece rated it more highly than Facebook. Being a Facebook fanatic at the time, I was very curious to find out more. I had a […]

In 2016, I travelled to Zimbabwe to lay the tombstone of Dreamboat’s mother.  It was my third trip to my husband’s homeland months after his mum died unexpectedly of a stroke. Culturally, the laying of the tombstone happens roughly a year after someone passes, after the rains. Spiwe was already buried in her husband’s (Emmanuel’s […]

I’ve been depressed four times in my life. The first was when I was at the tail end of my first trimester, pregnant with Makia.  The second was recovering from Covid the first time I had it, January 2022. The third time was when I was at the tail end of my first trimester, pregnant […]

“What happened to you? You used to be as tough as nails.”  That’s what Mum said last week when I told her a story about needing Dreamboat’s help.  “I’ve never heard you talk like that.”  That was another observation made by Mum this week when I was describing my Covid symptoms. I was using words […]