It’s hard not to do cartwheels down the hospital passage. I couldn’t suppress a few skips and jumps. My ballerina is pointing her toes on...

Kiara has always loved physical touch. One of her favourite things to do with her daddy has always been to cup his face and stroke his...

We were up with the birds this morning. What does this new day in this new year hold? None of us know, I guess. All living on daily...

My God has never been a pushover parent. Kind and gentle and present, yes, but never mollycoddling me or letting me get away with less...

It’s been a week. Day 7 was a great day. A beautiful day, really. While Kiara is not yet awake, she has been responsive with her left...

One of my favourite things to do with Kiara when she was a newborn baby was to place my finger in her soft little hand and feel her...

It is Day 6. I am weakening. I couldn't get out of bed and go to my girl this morning. Daddy is with her. We've shift-cared for our...

1. Kiara has remained stable all day. There were even faint flickers of improvement. They may be nothing, but they may be something. 2....

Kiara (dd2) received her ballet exam report the other day. She waited until her father and I were both home before opening it in our...

My eleven-year-old son, Jed, has a habit of burning his toast. It’ll pop up, beautifully brown all over, and he’ll put it down again...

I feel a light breeze, barely perceptible, brushing across my face, as I trail my hand in the river. The water pushes against my palm,...

The journey of life sometimes feels like a ride on a ferris wheel. There are tremendous highs and inevitable lows; at times the view is...

Every now and then, life throws us a challenge that is beyond the average requirements of our day-to-day existence, making us realise the...

We have the privilege of living within walking distance from the beach. I love listening to the sound of the waves at night, and I love...

“I really want to tell my story, but… who’d want to hear?” The question was asked tentatively by a woman who usually hung in the shadows....

SUMMER OF 1987. ZULULAND. It was hot and noisy in the crowded school hall as the one-hundred-and-something kids jumped up and down...

There is a stirring in the air, a fresh breeze that has been travelling around the globe, gathering momentum in recent years. There is a...

I remember holding my lifeless son. As he was pulled from my womb and placed on my chest, the paleness of his face and hands matched the...

“Mommy, my friend asked me today if it made me sad that I’m adopted... why do people think adoption is a bad thing? I remember the day I...

My child had me absolutely stumped. I was beyond frustrated. I had moved onto desperate weeks ago. I just didn't know what to do. I had...