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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

JAGUAR

Usually he shaved in the shower. This time he used the Maca root shave cream bought some years back at the Body Shop in Djakarta. He ran his hand over his chin which felt smooth, luxurious, [...]

THE VOICE

Nineteen eighty seven was a special year. We would be going to high school for standard eight up to matric. It was also the year that I came to know The Voice. Like most of my classmates, I was [...]

MAMA’S NECKLACE

The smell of ginger biscuits met me at the door as I entered the house. ‘Mama!’ I called. I ran to the kitchen, but couldn’t find her there. ‘I’m here, dear,’ she called from the bedroom.  As her [...]

HOW WE TRY TO HELP

You can’t reach my sister’s door without getting wet. Scarlet plants along the path collect dew in droplets like blood – It’s a way of thwarting guests. Her son’s offer to prune is met with [...]

MY INHERITANCE

My mother takes to her bed when the news is bad. Her mother drank gin at 6pm on the dot, with the radio off. My father turns the shower to cold for one minute every morning. His father stood on [...]

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