From the time I was very small, I was fascinated by the smell of my grandma’s kitchen.
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Provence at home in my heart
I was already dreaming of Provence in my growing-up years.
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Padkos for oupa
Oupa’s car was white with leather seats in, if I remember correctly, red and black.
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A new beginning
Would you live your life differently if you could do it over?
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Reaching for the heavens
For my mother, who is packing to move to a retirement community.
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New Year, farm-style
My grandmother Miemie Hanekom, on my mother Elise’s side of the family, was a very special person.
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In search of the Silent Night
I followed the tale of Christmas to the heart of Austria.
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In living colour
Ever since early childhood, I’ve been someone who can read the colour in stories.
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When Sundays were Sundays
I felt like death warmed up the other Monday – with not a single spark in my battery.
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