Rest in Peace, Bev Thorn

She never, ever rolled her eyes because I had put my hand up (again, and again and again), and always knew when to take me aside and ask if I was okay. She only ever despaired at my abysmal handwriting (which finally got better when I started hand-lettering karate certificates – I’m sorry she never got to see it).

The Laugh of the Paper Ninja

Language is meant to elevate, and though it is often used as the tool of denigration, it still remains my most powerful form of self-expression. Because it is true that when I dance, I look like a manatee on amphetamines. When I run, I look like a knock-kneed penguin. I am, physically, a deeply unfortunate person.

Goodbye, Sir Terry, and Thank You

I am grateful that there are so many Discworld novels to read, and that we have them at all. That any book’s birth is a combination of luck, talent and timing, and to have so many is wealth indeed. It’s hard not to mourn the books that will now go unwritten, but at least we can turn to dozens and dozens of novels and be glad that those books live now.

What I Read When I Read About Running

Until you have watched the sun rise from the top of a gruelling hill or run at the feet of skyscrapers in the heat of a Joburg summer’s night, then running probably seems like a crazy thing that crazy people do.

But it isn’t. I hope that if you have not experienced its joy, I hope you do soon.