Tag Archives: Melville
The night before it all changed
Two years ago today I wrote this less than inspiring post about the movie Food Inc and what it motivated me to do. Seeing the movie was a last minute … Continue reading
Kim can’t knit
I suck at knitting. Seriously. I am hopeless. And I’ve been doing it for a long time, more than 10 years I’d say. And before you assume it’s just a … Continue reading
Pleasure on a plate
I love pleasure. So do you. Obviously we want the things we desire. And we expect those things to bring us pleasure. For such a complicated young woman my pleasures … Continue reading
Remembering the details….
My dad and I share a curious but fairly inane talent, and that is of recalling lots of details. I’m not as good as him. He doesn’t bother learning how … Continue reading
Whitey in Jozi
I’m white. My husband’s white. Barring some anomaly of nature my baby will be white. Despite this, living in Joburg, moving in the circles that I move, I am seldom … Continue reading
Crime breeds habit breeds boredom.
Last night I enjoyed supper at a nice Italian restaurant with Stephen’s cool architecture friends. Besides feeling totally uncool (“so what do you do kim?” “I work for a church” … Continue reading
