The Mother: The Sense of Self

He didn’t realize that love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves its own mark. J.K.Rowling,¬†Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone My mother is the art of storytelling. Estelle Tersia Truter was born in Durban on the 8th of May 1959. She studied English and Psychology at the University of Stellenbosch before moving to…

The Collective: The Sense of Whole

Why do I occupy these pages with words about the betrayers of poor nations instead of reserving all the space for the story of a miserable woman with a broken heart? Why do I shed tears for the oppressed peoples rather than keep all my tears for the memory of a weak woman whose life…

The Father: The Sense of Worth

It was times like these when I thought my father, who hated guns and had never been to any wars, was the bravest man who ever lived. To Kill A Mockingbird, Harper Lee My father has always been my hero. Born, Alan Stern Cooper, on the 13th of April 1956, in Schweizer Reneke, on what…