Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
“Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim.” Nora Ephron I love buying people presents. It is buying cards that I really dislike. It is a miserable experience. One doesn’t look at the cards and think: Goodness, what a variety! Which one should I choose? You simply stare moodily at the cards
Twitter. This is how this wonderful experience began: with a Tweet! I love and adore the twitter of birds. But the Twitter of our social media definitely has it’s advantages. I met Bev Missing through Twitter. I smiled at some of her remarks. She ‘tweeted’ that she lived in Swellendam but often came up to
“Where are you kids off to?” “We’re going over to the O’Reagan’s” I shouted as I headed for my bike. “We’re gonna jol arlies!” my brother shouted as his bike swung into the road. (Translation: We’re gonna play marbles!) “Listen for my whistle!” That was how we knew when it was time to head for
Joy of all joys, every Christmas we went to the Christmas pantomime! John Moss put on a yearly panto and the delight, laughter, shouts of enthusiastic children that the Playhouse witnessed, makes my heart sing in memory. I remember quite clearly watching Liz Edmiston playing Peter Pan. I decided then and there that when I
To most people, Bob Martin, instantly draws up the image of vitamin tablets for dogs. But before he retired, to everyone in the South African theatre business, Bob Martin conjured up quite a different picture Bob Martin was a theatre photographer. I have known Bob for about thirty years. When I was twenty-two years old
‘My’ opera, “Lost in a Bluebell Wood” will cost money. We need to raise a million rand to get it into production. But, we are making headway! In early December we drove to Prince Albert to see Nicky Rebelo in his one man show The Kreutzer Sonata. I was looking out the window, daydreaming.
While shopping, I noticed a man with his fingers laced into the small hand of his daughter. She looked to be about five. She was talking to him the whole time he wended his through the people before, beside and behind him. Her hair was beautifully braided and she wore a pink skirt and a
I am Discovery’s latest Medical Miracle! Fantastic, I can hear you say. But how did this happen? Well, it all started two years ago when I began blogging. Blogging, I have discovered is not merely about writing and publishing your piece. Oh no, believe you me, there is far more to it than that. If you
“People, people who need people, are the luckiest people in the world….” I smile as I hum along to Barbra Streisand’s well known voice. Yes, I am one of the lucky ones. I definitely need people. I need people to love and to be loved by, to laugh with, to chat to, to be around.
“Thin people are beautiful but fat people are adorable!” Jackie Gleason I looked at the picture on the mug in front of me as I waited for my hot chocolate to cool. I smiled. A buxom woman stared back. She looked as if she was posing or modelling. What tickled me was that this was
