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The world changed while I was not looking. In a flash, artificial intelligence (AI) was melded to real life. Of course, there was warning, but I was among the majority that did not read the signs. AI is rewriting how
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The world changed while I was not looking. In a flash, artificial intelligence (AI) was melded to real life. Of course, there was warning, but I was among the majority that did not read the signs. AI is rewriting how
… and other true stories The Karoo dorpie of De Rust was a blip on my radar – a stopover town en route to Cape Town, a place to pause to visit the Meiringspoort waterfall, and not much more. That
Escape from lockdown: Travelling in the time of the coronavirus With #him, I have spent the past three weeks meandering 3,500km back and forth across the breadth of South Africa, with a mild jiggle to the north. We take time out
For an entire year, I have not bought new clothes, driven by evidence of the harm the fast fashion industry does to the environment and the people who work in it. This was a big deal for me: I’ve always
Multi-talented Kathryn Harmer Fox has found her way to fibre art. Or maybe fibre art has found its way to her. Either way, we are grateful. Some days, Kathryn Harmer Fox’s paint box is scattered all over the floor of
Where is the acknowledgement that we are frightened and in pain? Why are we not comforting each other? This reality demands a new kind of intelligence from us. No-one alive has been here before. Let me rephrase: unless you are
If you’ve wondered why and how to make masks, then this post is for you. Making facemasks almost broke me. Apparently I saw the need for cloth masks to help in our battle against the coronavirus pandemic some time before
Celebrating ordinary people emerging as heroes of the COVID-19 pandemic Long before the dust started settling on the mask-or-not debate, people in Rhodes Village and its Zakhele township in the mountains near the South Africa-Lesotho border were crossing old barriers
We touch in so many ways, just not physically Tessa is at the garden gate and we lunge at each other. I want to hug her and kiss her, smack-bang on the lips (it’s a South African thing). Then we
The art of sewing is stepping out of the closet as we take a stand against mindless consumption of damaging fast fashion. The need and desire to sew rests deep in my bones. I learned to love it, very young: