Live for Tomorrow

Yesterday was International Suicide Prevention Day. I’d never heard of it before, until a friend liked a link on Facebook. It resonated because two teens have recently committed suicide in the town where I live and, like many people who work closely with teenagers, I found myself deeply distressed by it. I was helping a small group of Year … Continue reading Live for Tomorrow

Yeti

When you are taller than everyone else and can’t quite coordinate your long limbs, when you have teeth too big for your face, and when you have out-of-control long blonde frizzy hair, you get called names at school. One of those names, for me, was Yeti. It only lasted a year or two, this name-calling, … Continue reading Yeti

How to Rescue a Cheesecake

Xmas represents my ‘X’ post as part of the A to Z Challenge, and why reinvent the wheel? This is a very early post on that very subject and reading it again brings back many memories. Also, I look back on xmases in England within this post, so it fits in with my theme of ‘Memory’ beautifully.
This coming xmas, I won’t have my children with me for the second time. I’m hoping for less of an emotional roller-coaster this year…

Becca Joyce

This Christmas, I made my first ever cheesecake. This was also my first Christmas without my children since they were born.

In the days leading to Christmas, I planned ahead so it wouldn’t be shit without my girls. Being on the other side of the world from my family, I was invited by a South African friend to share Christmas Day with her, her husband and some of their friends who were also far away from home. I gratefully accepted, and she asked me to contribute dessert: cheesecake.

I baked it on Christmas Eve, after dropping the girls off to their father. I’d found the recipe on the internet: “Eric’s best ever cheesecake”. It was a baked New York Cheesecake, gluten-free with no base. I have no idea who Eric is, but his gluten-free cheesecake recipe is excellent. Here it is: allrecipes.com/recipe/ericsbest-new-york-style-

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Waves

On a hot afternoon after college, with another hour before I had to pick up the kids, I drove directly to the beach from Wellington, and slipped on my swimsuit in the parked car. I walked barefoot along the hot sand path through reeds and grasses down to the shore, dropped my towel as I … Continue reading Waves