I’m no pussy.

It was the pink. All that pink. All those pink pussy hats. The pink pussy hat that puts you into one very big compartment as a girl. You see, I’m not a girl. I don’t wear pink. I wear leather. And boots. And I’ll kick your ass. And the fact is, I don’t want you to…

Rachel Dolezal, it’s ok to be white.

I am white. I was 16 when I became a member of the ANC Youth League. My friend Tanya and I joined, meeting in the basement of a church in Tamboerskloof, Cape Town. Of course the ANC was banned in those days, so we were told to say we were attending church youth group meetings. I became…

Erev Yom Kippur (or the eve before the surf)

It is sometimes agonizing, life, isn’t it. The thin balance. The joy, the ecstasy, the pain and the concern. A cornered turned and suddenly there’s a different emotion. Await like a mugger, with a plan. Wanting your purse of joy. I was reading about a friend’s brother’s death. So sudden, so shocking, but yet almost…

I have never been to Boston but I have been there.

I have never been to Boston. But I have been there. And I know first hand that it’s a living hell you never want to revisit. I have been at my sister’s bedside, 48 hours after a bomb exploded at her feet. I have seen the layers of burnt skin. I have seen what happens…