It’s the crack of dawn and I’m at my boet’s stunning new apartment in the heart of Jozi. I came up urgently on Monday; my aging gran is frail and sick at the hospital. We are all in that weird waiting space, neither here nor there, knowing she is leaving but not knowing when. I had a few good laughs with her in moments of lucidity, and she blew me kisses through her oxygen mask. These times draw you to family and keep weird hours and you end up sharing memories and it’s all quite hectic and emotional and beautiful and unsettling.
A Circus Side Show is getting fantastic feedback. I am so excited and I’m dying to get back to CT for a bit of basking.