This is difficult for me because I hate being on my phone and I hate dating. I did go on a date and we decided...

What I haven't shared yet, is that I went to Cape Town to see my son perform on a rooftop last Friday..

I took this photo when I was down at the beach the other day. This is my outdoor coffee shop I visit when I am in Cape Town. They make great coffee. Vida e Caffe is a franchise in South Africa that has

This is a famous place in Cape Town called Fish Hoek beach, in the False Bay area...

Image from the Flicks website I don't know what's up with me at the moment but I have a concentration of a gnat roundabout now. I can't seem to be immersed in anything media wise at the moment. I surf

I was raised by my father to be self-sufficient and independent...

This is where I had my dinner last night. At a coffee shop that sells beer and cider. Yes... a coffee shop that sells beer and cider. I was at an airport, traveling to Cape Town to see my children. I love

Happily, I am making my way back to the Cape for a weekend and will take as many photos as I can so...

somehow that door was closed while I was looking The Other Way...

I am in the middle of the suburbs. Like... deep, deep in the suburbs.

I met a guy on Tinder once-upon-a-life ago whose opening gambit was, “So what books are on your bedside table?” I think I fell in love right then and there. I’m a nerd and a bibliophile and a minimalist.

All work and no art makes Jill a dull Jane Doe.

be formless, shapeless—like water. You put water into a cup, it becomes the cup... Now water can flow...

Here’s to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers...

Such 'free spirits' do not really exist and never did exist. But I stood in need of them, as I have pointed out...

And the people in the houses All live in little boxes, Where they listen to little boxes...

Little boxes on the hillside Little boxes made of ticky-tacky Little boxes on the hillside Little boxes all the same...

I draw The Grey People and glue half transparent tracing paper onto recycled brown shopping bags...

The Devil won’t let me speak, will only let me hint that you are a slave, your misery a deliberate policy

It's an interesting and terrifying story as it is so blatantly a breech of EVERY human right, in plain sight...