congoblue

Winter…somewhat later... The night was cold but still, the air crisp and dry. My breath clouded around my head as I trudged through the snow, feeling warm and contented although jovially inebriated after

My oppressive Catholic upbringing led me to a pre-school in the neighboring suburb of Fish Hoek, just east of where my parents had bought their house. At four years old, I felt mortified that my mother

Ow! That was a pin prick in my side, damn it, mother, you should be a bit more careful. I think that was the first memory I ever had, my mother changing my diaper on a table, perhaps in my room at High