emotional heap-ups. intense moments, coming and going. each one worthy of a book, a song, a speech, a plan of action. and yet our lives stream on. burning to say something. not knowing how and where. social media. online subscription post. newsletter. stage.. well, now the moment has arrived. just to say. say it all, say it all since the time of Brett Kavanaugh...
Dear all I just finished reading Joke’s newest short story. I had to cry and cry and cry. This is no selling point for the talents of my life-partner. It is sharing with you how I am moved by yet another woman. It is a personal sample of how the feminine can and is moving … Continue reading The Upsurge of the Feminine
In front of me the Vaal River slowly makes it way. across the breadth of South Africa to the Atlantic. We have been kindly put up in a guest lodge just outside Sasolburg, the town built for the turning of coal into oil. The Vaal actually joins the Gariep at some point, along which our … Continue reading A River is Flowing
Something happened when Donald Trump announced that the US would pull out from the Paris agreement on climate change. America used to be able to hold the world at ransom. Not anymore. America pulls out, and in stead of stalling the whole process, the rest of the world is simply moving on. America was the … Continue reading Will a Wonder Woman end all Wars?
Sometimes history comes in overload. So it has been the last months, weeks.. Joke and I circled North America yet again, all the while glued to our internet news screens for all the hourly tidbits coming through on the presidential elections. Right up to its shocking end and ongoing aftermath. Some of you might say: … Continue reading A Shocking Structural Setback
What is it to be a man.. Is it to team up with other men and build towers, reaching for the sky? Is it to build empires, plundering and stealing to raise up your own? Is it to look down on all that is not man, to treat the feminine as an adjunct, to say … Continue reading What is it to be a man
For weeks now I regularly think what it is that I want to share with you - the thinking trying to bring together the intensity of the year so far: my mother’s death, the rise of Trump in America, turning fifty, landing on Paris airport two hours after bombs exploded in Brussels airport and my … Continue reading Trumping politics cannot last
Usually when I write for HA!News, I have a single sort of inspiration and then find that the writing comes rather flowingly. This time, too, I have an inspiration, but I have been thinking for weeks now what it is that I want to say. So difficult! But let me try and engage it with … Continue reading This dangerous, ecstatic, but lonely path
by Joke Debaere The waves here in Africa hit harder they don’t break so gently against me as when I was twelve in France and me and my sisters let wave after wave break on our bodies for hours Here the water hits you so hard that I was surprised by it the first time … Continue reading The Madness Makes Me Homesick
sometimes, like now, it feels impossible to write.. I am in the Bushveld, where my mother lives we had a week of family togetherness, all four children with their families (and I with Joke) coming from far and away to celebrate my mother’s birthday also to face my mother’s illness. my father died from cancer … Continue reading Cancer, the Greeks, and the Need for Re-integration