From the time I was very small, I was fascinated by the smell of my grandma’s kitchen.
I was already dreaming of Provence in my growing-up years.
Oupa’s car was white with leather seats in, if I remember correctly, red and black.
Would you live your life differently if you could do it over?
For my mother, who is packing to move to a retirement community.
My grandmother Miemie Hanekom, on my mother Elise’s side of the family, was a very special person.
I followed the tale of Christmas to the heart of Austria.
In Upington we had the joy of living in a house right on the Orange River.
Ever since early childhood, I’ve been someone who can read the colour in stories.
I felt like death warmed up the other Monday – with not a single spark in my battery.
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