Author: Sarah Rice
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The terrifying thought that keeps me wide-awake at night
It’s got nothing to do with global contagion, and everything to do with the everyday realities of making your money last as long as you do. So what’s the answer?
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The bittersweet joy of your child learning to swim without you
At 10 and a half, she is in the golden age of childhood. Old enough to bake cupcakes on her own, but not so old that you worry she might be smoking cigarettes in the garage if you haven’t seen her for longer than 20 minutes. It’s a beautiful age to watch.
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Women of SA, Let’s Talk About Those Leopard-Print Undies
I recently had a meltdown when I realised that a business women’s monthly dinner event was titled ‘Dress for Success’.
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How I Lost My Heart to Rugby in the 90s
Suddenly rugby was transformed from something that smelly Michealhouse boys did to get the attention of the A team hockey girls, into a point of national pride. I HAD to get on top of this game.
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My garden is real & messy & slow, just like me
The grass is always greener on the Astroturf, but the price you pay for that instant lawn is a soul-crushing sense of a life surrendered to convenience and inauthenticity. Exercise your patience, nurture your garden, and you’ll feel better for feeling real. By Sarah Rice
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My new mantra? BE the basil!
When an unlucky break leaves you feeling helpless and low, the inspiration to get better soon can come from the unlikeliest of places. Sarah Rice, nursing a fractured ankle, gazes into her garden and learns a life-lesson from a humble, resilient herb.
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Why I dig gardening with Elvis
Well, it’s a one for the money, two for the show, three to get planting and go-go-go. When your gardener is named after the King, there’s no way your garden can’t be a showbiz spectacular. By Sarah Rice I know that most of you think gardening is about growing plants, stressing about aphids and figuring out…