Today is the 23rd day of the New Year, and I still haven't got round to drumming out some serious resolutions. Perhaps it’s because I generally delay getting back to work until the kids go back to school. I gave up trying to do anything meaningful...
I’ve worn contact lenses most of my life. I was fifteen years of age when my world suddenly began to get fuzzy, and eighteen when my doctor diagnosed Keratoconus, a condition that alters the shape of the cornea and causes severe short-sight. So I went from wearing...
It’s a bright, warm Friday afternoon – the kind that ushers in the weekend most beautifully. I’ve left the office early – it’s barely 1pm but I’m heading straight to the hair salon. I need to get there early enough, so that I can be home in...
Back when I was in business, one of my greatest strengths, I was sure, was my ability to stay focused on my work, at all times, no matter what. It was hugely, inordinately, important to me - my work - and took first, second and third...
It’s a warm, quiet night in May. My hubby and I are away from home, having made our escape from the offspring for a few nights. Our address is a beautiful cottage in North Coast, Mombasa, where we’re holidaying with friends - two other couples who’ve...
Whisky drove me to my knees. The Famous Grouse to be precise, my hubby's favourite at the time. He was always the life of the party, my husband, and I remember trying to keep up with him when we first got married, hanging out with him and...
It’s a chilly weekday, some time in mid-October. I’m going about my morning tasks when I receive a call. It’s a man. He doesn’t seem to know me personally, but definitely knows my name. And when he asks, I confirm that it’s me on the line. He...
My first experience with the amazing grace of God began with the death of a 9-month old boy. He had passed away suddenly, late one night, in the hands of a startled nurse at a well-known hospital. As I recall, the little boy had arrived at the...
It's 5.45am, early morning, on the first day of the new year. I'm sitting on the cold steps of an apartment building, somewhere off Ngong Road, cold and hungry, wishing I could go home. I can hear the sounds of late-night revelry ebbing, as the party I...
So yesterday afternoon, I open an email and it says "Dear Nominee.." I do a double-take. Nominee? Then I notice the sender - xyz@bakeawards.co.ke. Turns out my blog has been nominated for the BAKE Awards, and I'm soon giddy with excitement. I run upstairs to tell my sometime editor and...