We publish writing by course participants on a regular basis in the spirit of sharing life experiences with others. Each piece is original work by Life Righting Collective course participants – from the pen and from the heart. We want to showcase authentic voices that we hope will inspire you to write your own stories and buy our anthology, This is How It Is, as well as other books by our members. Scroll down to read our stories.

I Was Here, This Is What Happened

I was here. This is what happened. ‘Je m’appelle Christiane. Je suis née à Calais le 11 juin, 1905…’ This is the simplest act of existence. Something we all can claim. A name. A place and [...]

THE AWKWARD BAG TO CARRY

14 October 2018 Lying empty on the floor at my feet, the worn leather holdall is a thing of beauty, harking back to a time of artisanal labours of love, quality and long life.  It conjures the [...]

The First Time I Saw Paris

  I want to be in Paris in my 50th year with a man I love. When I turned 45, unhappy and separating from a relationship, I had written this into my journal in longhand, the black ink from my [...]

THE ETERNAL MOURNING FOR CHILDHOOD & HOME

THE ETERNAL MOURNING FOR CHILDHOOD I remember a girl with two suns glowing in her cheeks, curls sprouting from her scalp like flowers. Her eyes would swim with the tears of kindness, as bright as [...]

RUNNING AWAY

I had worked it out to the final detail. PO savings withdrawn, matric certificate, a family photograph – all packed, together with some clothes, biscuits and fruit. And the letter. I had [...]

AIDAN THE VANISHING CHILD

Having settled one-year-old Erik for his rest, I went to find Aidan. I unsuccessfully hunted the house, then into the garden I walked, calling and looking. In the middle of a newly-dug flower [...]

LAMENT FOR CATHERINE

Slowly they drive away; the mother’s heart goes with them The pallbearers, father, husband, brother, uncle Pain cutting into their faces as they take up their positions The mother reaches out to [...]

POWERPLAY

The moment my dad walked in through the front door after a long stressful day at work, David ran down the passage shouting with excitement “Dad! Dad! I got in, I got accepted!” “You can just [...]

ONE DAY SHUSHU DAY

“Stick fighting is our tradition and it has been there for years unshaken by death or any other crisis, that is how we differentiate men from boys, in fact bravery from cowardice,” [...]

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