The Wrong Goodbye
Excerpt from Each Wind That Blows I wake sometime in the night, haunted by the ghost of an old, torn up elephant, the ghost of my mother...
I Hadn't Really Lived Until...
I got up close and personal with an elephant trunk... On a recent visit to the Elephant Cafe in Livingston, Zambia, I had the mind...
I Hadn't Really Lived Until...
I watched a kid being born. As in a goat, that is. A goat I suggested be named Esmeralda. Why? Because I could. And because they wanted a...
This is Africa
TIA. This Is Africa. And much like Forrest Gump’s box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get. I had rather grander visions...
I Hadn't Really Lived Until...
I watched the storm roll in over the Inyanga Mountains... ...of Northeastern Zimbabwe. The vivid green of moments before paled and...
The Hearts of Horses
Excerpt from Each Wind That Blows by Susannah Cord Why is it, I wonder, as I let my hand run down Libra’s neck, not white but a rich...
White Horse Inn, Bvumba Mountains, Zimbabwe
A Cosy Sojourn in the Mountains of the Mist High in the Bvumba Mountains of northeast Zimbabwe, snuggled in a fold of the lush and...
Mozambique Horse Safari
Trip The Equestrian Light Fantastic on The Beaches of Mozambique Africa, a continent rich in hidden gems, counts among them the intrepid...
I Hadn't Really Lived Until...
I lost a staring contest with a Hyrax. Also known as a rock rabbit, and get this - the closest living relative of the elephant. Who would...
Wanderlust
- An Excerpt from my memoir, Each Wind That Blows When I was but a wee little girl, a blue eyed towhead of some four or five years of...
Birds of a Feather
Excerpt from Each Wind That Blows We come out of the valley at a walk to find a horseman’s dream of a plain stretch out before us. Flat,...
I Hadn't Really Lived Until...
The silk of an immature corn cob caught my eye... Prettily beaded in morning dew, sparkling in the early morning light. And I marvelled...
Tales From The Treehouse
A Word on the Impossible Charm and Pizzazz of the Pangolin Dear Daniel, Never mind Vespas, I want a pangolin. Not nearly as practical but...
I Hadn't Really Lived Until...
I came upon the boy in the wheelbarrow... ...and was reminded of how simple it was to have fun when I was little. Except the little boy...
Tales From The Treehouse
A Word on the Sound of Children Playing Dear Daniel, I just came in from coffee on our half finished deck overlooking the river. Lots of...