Category: Childhood

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The silent scream

The scream that I heard today. Today I went to the pool.  While underwater I heard a sound that reminded me of a long forgotten under water scream.  All people who grow up with...

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The tricycle that was still there

This morning I peeked out my window.  I noticed something that might not seem earth-shattering…that my son’s tricycle sitting at the edge of the sidewalk was still there.  This might seem like an obvious...

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Bubba Sarah

Tonight marks the 23rd yortzeit of my grandmother bubba Sara. I still love you and miss you like you can’t believe. Your death was the most profound and painful loss I ever experienced. My...

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Mrs Pells

Mrs Pells and her poodle Sasha were my neighbors untill I was 12.  After heightened crime in my area due to the end of apartheid my parents decided to move to the northwest suburb...

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Fighting a swastika

When I was a young girl living in my ex Hare Krishna hotel house we had a few anti-sematic incidences.  One of them remains strongly engrained in my head.  Not just the experience, but...

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Living in a Hare Krishna hotel

Did you know that I grew up in an ex Hare Krishna hotel? That’s right till I was 12 I grew up in a home that was previously a Harw Krishna Hotel!  It was...

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Creativity Hub

The creativity Hub As I go around my house and straighten up all the mess I am overwhelmed with all the creativity that goes on here. As i use the bathroom i notice the...

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Breakfast with Baboons

Some stories I just can’t make up. This is one of them. When I was about 14 my family and I went to Magaliesberg- the mountains, about 2 hours away from Johannesburg. One morning...