Today it's been six years since my father died. He died in that same bed where he was lying when I wrote about the hospital coffee shop,...

Ek kon nie wag dat jy gebore word nie. Toe kom jy -vandag 'n halfeeu gelede- ons lewens binne. Almal was gaande oor die onmoontlik-mooi,...

Taking five in the hospital coffee shop. Staring into my cappuccino, contemplating the frightfully ridiculous traffic home. Wondering...