On learning a new language

I had lofty ambitions of regaling you with weekly tales of my Sorbonne stories. But between daily grammar classes,  7:30am classes on writing and oral reinforcement,  lunch periods spent in the phonetics lab, mornings spent reviewing previous days’ notes,  nights spent studying for weekly tests – all those ambitious plans fell by the wayside very…

Honouring the fallen on Armistice Day

This parade happens every year in my neighbourhood. Our apartment is directly opposite a historical monument, Place Winston Churchill. Along with the numerous other parades that take place in and around Paris on this day – most notably the one on the Champs Elysées – to honour the signing of the armistice between the Allies…

On identity: Am I still South African?

I always know when there’s something bothering my children. The indicators are fairly simple really: like the flurry of questions or the rhetorical statements made the minute they walk through the door. My son’s most recent bother was one that questioned his identity. “Mommy, am I still South African?” was the first thing out of…