Afro: Born of African Spirit and Heritage, see also black (not always), see also rhythm and color, see also other, underdog. Punk: as in rebel, opposing the simple route, looking forward with simplicity, rawness and curiosity, see also other, underdog. Afropunk, as in where I ended up on New Year’s Eve in Johannesburg, South Africa. Clearly, more along the punk lines than the afro, nevertheless, I randomly wandered into this music festival with curiosity. Continue reading “Afropunk”

The Black Pearl

21 complete strangers get in a bus on a windy morning in Cape Town- a bunch of Europeans, two Brazilians, two South Koreans, and an American (me). They are destined to spend the next 20 something days together camping and traveling. Our charismatic captain (Tenk) has possibly watched Pirates of The Caribbean one too many times, and quickly names our safari truck The Black Pearl.  Continue reading “The Black Pearl”

The Experience

I’m going for my daily walk from Muizenberg to Kalk Bay, taking in the ocean, waves breaking on rocks, surfers gliding into shore, sun beating on the back of my neck. I think I dreamed that I lived in New York once, that I used to run around Central Park, walk the streets of Manhattan. … Continue reading The Experience


I had already taught 2 classes, been bitten by a slobbery baby, gotten my hair pulled, braided, and tied in knots, and it’s my last kids yoga class of the day- I’m out. I finally get all the kiddos to make a circle (ten minutes later) when I feel a little hand grabbing my leg. I go to brush the hand away so I could teach, a little annoyed, and then saw the culprit. Continue reading “Azola”

Lessons In Unemployment

I’ve taken a mini blogging hiatus because- the truth is- I’ve been having a hard time. There’s been quite some up’s and down’s as I’ve been looking for a job, and ‘trying to figure out my life.’ I haven’t wanted to write about it, but now I am. Everyone has said their 30’s were amazing, but 3 weeks into mine, I got laid off and had a series of failed dating experiences- so off to a good start! Continue reading “Lessons In Unemployment”

The Hate

I remember one of the first times I experienced hate. Pure raw hate. It completely shocked and chilled me. I was living in Kansas City at the time (no clue how long ago this was but like 8ish years?) and I went to see Judy Shepard speak. Her son, Matthew Shepard was tragically murdered in 1998 in Wyoming because he was gay.  Continue reading “The Hate”

Love Yourself…But Not Too Much 

We are told to love ourselves, but just enough, not too much that we are full of ourselves, narcissistic, self-centered, you get it. My mom used to say “the world revolves around Julie” when I was a kid (and it made me really mad). Perhaps children are naturally self-centered, but as we grow up we develop this thing called self and/or social awareness, well most of us do, and we begin to see the ‘bigger picture’. So how much should we love ourselves, and how do we know when it’s too much? Continue reading “Love Yourself…But Not Too Much “