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I wish my clients would just look in a mirror and think about what they are telling themselves – and me. How do they not see that they keep on doing the same things over and over whilst expecting diff...

Once upon a time (in the early 2000s), in another country that was once called Yugoslavia, there was a young student. She had just started her first job as a librarian in a village library at the top ...

Over the decades that I have been on platforms, pulpits and stages, it has become one of my trademarks to do a small jump. I literally jump for joy, in my high heels, and quite elegantly and graciousl...

Hoe voel jy oor die dood? Hoe voel jy as jy die woord lees in hierdie eerste sin van my? Wil jy dalk sommer ophou lees? Wonder jy miskien hoekom is hierdie blog so morbied? Of is jy dalk ’n bietjie nu...

“Somer is net ’n gerug uit die noorde, hier by ons is dit winter tot diep in November.” So sê een van my Kaapse vriende toe ek op ’n heerlike Oktoberdag vra of dit by hulle ook so lekker warm is.

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Waaraan dink jy as jy die woord “tradisie” hoor of lees? Dalk aan volkspele, omies met konsertinas en tannies wat roep “balke toe”? Of dink jy aan ’n hoed vir kerk en handskoene wat dieselfde kleur as...