This is Me: 33

Today, 33 years ago, a young fragile woman gave birth to a little girl, that would later endeavor to change the path of everyone she meets.  A baby not meant to be, conceived by accident – God had a plan bigger than anyone could have imagined. And this young mother...

This is Me: Divorce

I was born in Nelspruit, but as a family we traveled around for most of my life. However, as a previous exchange student and having a passion for travel, I struggle to define myself by one physical location. I have been married for 6,5 years and together for 10....

This is Me: Financial Strain

Finances have been tough I am so many things, a mother and a wife, a helper and a tour guide. I love nature and especially birds. I am always up for a challenge. I want to believe the best and am generally optimistic (although I do plot out scenarios in my head and...

This is Me: (Trigger Warning)

I am a 24 year old teacher, step mom, daughter and sister. I am a survivor and over-comer! I grew up in a family that is fully Portuguese, and live in Johannesburg. I have been through something incredibly traumatic, quite hard to write on paper or put into words....

This is Me: Shiloh May – Drug Addiction

Who am I? Firstly I am a Christian, then I am a wife and a mother to four amazing children. I am also strong. I am a fighter. I have faced many challenges from depression as a teenager, to a young marriage and many struggles that came with it, like miscarriage,...

This is Me: Christina Masureik – Adopted

Who am I? First and foremost, I am doing my best to consciously and intentionally raise two beautiful rambunctious little boys, Everett age four and Lincoln age 2, whilst maintaining my own sense of self. Secondly, I am an entrepreneurial chameleon who most commonly...

This is Me

We were at an event this weekend where a gathering of parents had gotten together. As always there were the divisions of phases, some by gender some by life stages. In one area gathered the men, telling macho stories and analyzing rugby matches. In the lounge, found...

Sticks and Stones

Sticks and stones For all of us, when we were kids our parents told us to be nice. There were consequences for our actions and we needed to be responsible for the words we said. Sticks and stones they told us, sticks and stones. And we continued the tradition of...

It’s Just a Spoon

“It’s just a spoon” she said. Growing up we were the family that spent weekends away in different caravan parks, with our closest family friends. We spent evenings sharing meals at each other’s tents and quite often our cup was in their sink and their fork was in...

The hand under the bed

When I was a kid, one of my worst fears was that when I got too close to the underneath of my bed, a hand would come out and grab my feet and pull me under. It was not as bad as the idea of crocodiles chewing off my feet if they hung off the edge of the bed, but it was bad enough. Bad enough that even as an adult, it comes to mind when I have to feel for my slippers that got kicked under the bed as children came and went throughout the day.