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Like it or not Facebook needs a Don’t Like button

Like is a flexible word. It can be a noun, verb, adverb, adjective, preposition, particle, conjunction, idiom, interjection or a quotative. But “like” can also come with pimples and a bad attitude. When like is used as a meaningless filler … Continue reading

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When the super moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie…

“We’re going to watch the super moon,” The Shrink, my crossword comrade, announced. Khwezi harrumphed loudly. “I’d rather watch Superman,” he snorted. Seven-year-olds don’t have much of a sense of occasion. “The super moon is special,” The Shrink explained. “The … Continue reading

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Camping with your son can be intense

“Please, dad, please,” begged six-year-old Khwezi. I couldn’t say no. His school had arranged a father-and-son camping night on Saturday. An exercise in bonding, they said. My idea of a bonding exercise is a martini or six. Trying to fall … Continue reading

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Crouching tiger, hidden rabbit dad

Rachel has spread tomato sauce on the walls and emptied shampoo into the fish tank. Khwezi is on a Spur mission. “Can we go to the Spur?” No. “Can we go to the Spur?” No. “Can we go to the … Continue reading

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Let’s talk about SACS, baby

Khwezi got out of bed and rubbed his eyes. It was a big day; his first day of big school. I helped him shape his tie into a Windsor knot – the fancy knot my father taught me to tie. … Continue reading

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Get the balance right

 “Dad, you need to let go!” he said fiercely. I couldn’t. I held on to him. “You need a bit more time; you’re not ready.” “I am,” he insisted. “Dad, let go! Now! Please!” On Saturday Khwezi, my son, wanted … Continue reading

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The joys of farterhood

“Daddy,” said Rachel. I looked up from the newspaper at my daughter, who is almost 2. “Daddy,” she repeated. She had a terribly serious look on her face. I put the newspaper down and waited for her to say something … Continue reading

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