Dearest fellow drifter A few months ago, I spent five days on the Orange River with my son, my brother and my nephew. I am so grateful for the time. For my family. For the beauty. And for what this… Continue Reading →
Dearest fellow wanderer I have a thing about windmills. I cannot possibly have a ‘thing’ for a windpump. Or a turbine. No, it is most assuredly the windmill to which I am drawn. If pressed on the matter in the… Continue Reading →
Dear reader I was supposed to start writing this, my first letter, months ago. Andrew Tate was everywhere on social media, specifically my YouTube feed, and he was being lambasted in the media. As an English teacher, and a somewhat… Continue Reading →
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