Public Urination vs Breastfeeding in Public

Public Urination vs Breastfeeding in Public

As I walked down the road with my teenage daughter and 15-month-old son in his buggy, we were met with several graphic images. Mistreated animals, women in lingerie in provocative poses, ads for quick loans, gambling promotions, products claiming to give you ‘ideal’...
Freelance Life as a Form of Contraception

Freelance Life as a Form of Contraception

I have three siblings.  The Photographer (that’s what I call my husband) also has three siblings. So, why should my daughters not have three siblings? Surely that’s their birthright, right? Actually, wrong. I can already hear the “but, why?” chorus. Well, basically...
He has Autism?

He has Autism?

If you know us, you probably didn’t even realise that there was an issue. There have been numerous things that haven’t added up over the years, delayed speech, terrible tantrums, obsessive behaviour and so much more. But the real problems were family...
SEGREGATION, THE BEAST!

SEGREGATION, THE BEAST!

When you are a child and all you know is segregation and superiority complexes, you lose touch with your identity. At least that’s what the South African apartheid regime thought it would do to us. I was classed as ‘Coloured’ all my life and I accepted this title. ...
Separation, one year on…

Separation, one year on…

Exactly 365 days ago, my husband, our nearly two-year-old toddler and I handed over the keys to the place we had called home to go our separate ways. It had been a long time coming – our marriage had actually ended a few months earlier following a decade...