This year, all the babies born in 1995 turn 30 years old. Most of them will consider this birthday to be a magnificent milestone of maturity, almost like a rite of passage into the prime stage of their lives.

Today, on Human Rights Day, my heart aches for all the hidden violations of human rights…

Thirty years ago a toddler at the top of a staircase spotted his daddy standing at the bottom of the stairs. He grinned from ear to ear, because down there was his daddy – the strongest, smartest, bestest best daddy in the whole wide world.

One of my dear friends recently made a visual representation of his own life in a grid of 7×10 blocks, which depicts a rough rounding of the estimated life expectancy of 70 years in South Africa.

A thirty-second wedding anniversary celebration

This is one of my favourite pictures of 7-year-old Jessica performing the song I LOVE YOU, LORD on the dining room table to an audience of friends and family.

This reflection is a letter addressed to my granddaughter, Emily Hay, who recently took part in POCAHONTAS2024 presented by Elna van der Walt School of Ballet.

WE REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT….

The seven-year-old slammed the car door so violently that he attracted the attention of even the unsuspecting pedestrian passers by in the road outside the gate. They gawked in alarmed, stunned silence.