My mother is dying. Childhood sucked. My mother, Gloria, ruled the household and she was a religious monster without logic. My father spent more time away than in, often holding down three jobs and sleeping 4-6hrs per night. He would not contradict her. He avoided. But he provided some fond moments for me, whether it was watching a “sinful” video at someone else house or having a small, secret braai on secret, horse racing Saturday. I wasn’t destitute in a physical sense (thanks, Dad!). There was always a meal (although … Continue reading →