It all comes out in the wash

We gather like penitents. All of us have been brought here by the dirty secrets we hide, and we avoid each other’s gaze. But simply by coming here we have to acknowledge our sordid nature, and, despite the awkwardness, there is an unspoken solidarity among us. Here, we reveal all. Because this warm nook, filledContinue reading “It all comes out in the wash”

Up a mountain, down a hill

I don’t remember much about my first trip up Table Mountain on the famous cable car, 30 years ago. In fact I’m pretty sure that on the way up I saw only two things: the thighs of adults bunched around me, and scenes from my short life flashing before me as I imagined what wouldContinue reading “Up a mountain, down a hill”