Zoë Scholtz

Season of 2020 Remember the time of plenty Now so empty It was the time of 2020 Winter was cold and without song Summer was lonely, just as long  Oh for the day it does not hurt anymore World history we try back to claw When the night time brings the darkness Pray to sleep the night away  But find the morning stress Always finds a way to stay I find it hard to face the day But still, I try anyway ~ Andy _____________________________________________________________________       Andrew Crawshay-Hall (Andy) is an accountant by profession, and an artist at heart. He has two daughters, one a teacher and, the other a doctor of art. When he is not running he loves spending time with his three grandchildren.  Andy is an avid runner and completed eight Comrades Marathons, before being forced to retire in 2012, as a result of a knee operation. At the time, doctors predicted he would never run again. Always eager to meet new people, Andy joined the Irene Athletics C...

Meeting my hairstylist match  Six years ago I had sat in the exact same hair salon, although this time my reasons for being there were (thankfully) much different. In 2015 I'd been having a serious meltdown.  'Why?' You may ask.  Well, some three months after being discharged from hospital, my long blonde hair (at the time reaching well below my shoulder blades) had had enough of all the gunk that had been pumped into my body to try and save my life and so it rebelled and started to fall out - b adly! According to my mom, I was bald for rather a long time as a small child. When my hair eventually started to grow, mom kept on cutting it to encourage my strands to proliferate. As a combined outcome from mom's brave (but wise) intervention and probably also genetics, I wound up with a lot of hair as an adult. To be losing most of it was upsetting to say the least, and I came to dread brushing it, since each time I'd transfer more and more strands from my head to the ha...