My Funny Girls!
Writer Published on June 15, 2017

Funny Girl. How I wanted to see this show. It was playing in Cape Town at the Fugard Theatre and three of my friends, Diane Wilson, Michelle Maxwell and Kate Normington were in it. I had worked with all three of them in various productions and had been following their comments closely on Facebook ever

My Bad Hair Day!
Writer Published on June 1, 2017

“I finally understood what my grandmother meant. If I wasn’t comfortable with myself, I would never be comfortable.” ― Marjane Satrapi, Persepolis 2: The Story of a Return We all have a sense of identity. It can be expressed in a variety of ways, through language, clothing and social status. When I had my 18

A Smiling Stranger!
Writer Published on May 18, 2017

“Now, should we treat women as independent agents, responsible for themselves? Of course. But being responsible has nothing to do with being raped. Women don’t get raped because they were drinking or took drugs. Women do not get raped because they weren’t careful enough. Women get raped because someone raped them.” ― Jessica Valenti She

Cards of Love!
Writer Published on May 4, 2017

You give but little when you give of your possessions.  It is when you give of yourself that you truly give. ~Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet There is something inexpressibly special about birthday cards. When I was small, my little hands could not wait to tear off the wrapping paper to get to the present underneath.

Rainbow Tears!
Writer Published on April 21, 2017

“Complaining is not a strategy!”                                     Vala Afshar President Zuma must step down! That is a polite way of saying: ‘Zuma, MUST FALL!!! I find it infuriating that such a conniving, manipulative, corrupt monster can be President of

Lipstick Wings!
Writer Published on April 7, 2017

As a young child, I discovered Mums had left her makeup drawer open. I dragged across a nearby chair and clambered up eagerly. I stared down at Mums’ makeup in delight. There were all her lipsticks. They seemed to positively glow and jostle up at me invitingly. My little hand reached out for the brightest

Cycling out of the ashes!
Writer Published on March 24, 2017

I arrived in Cape Town for the ‘Argus’! No, don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t actually doing it. My sixteen year old nephew, Campbell and my two besties, B and Jans, were participating. My role was to support and cheer them along. The ‘Argus’ or Cape Town Cycle Tour as it is now called, covers

The Rearing Cobra & Me!
Writer Published on March 10, 2017

I am on my second round of Botox injections! No, I don’t now have full, rounded Julia Roberts-like luscious lips. There are actually no changes to my face. I am using Botox as it is meant to be used – medically! When I stand in front of a mirror, I look okay. Nothing special. Nothing

On a Run & a Prayer!
Writer Published on February 24, 2017

My two friends are avid hikers. I too used to be mad about hiking but sadly due to my accident, those days are over. B, being aware of my longing, said to me: “Let’s go to the Botanical Gardens. You can have a great walk there and Perdita will love it.” Walking around a garden

A Canvas of Colour!
Writer Published on February 10, 2017

This black and white photograph is above my bed. A beautiful sand dune highlighted in light and shadow. It is resplendent in it’s starkness. No life is growing there. It’s shape curves through the whole picture. One’s eye travels down the curve to rest in the bottom right hand corner on a small tree. The

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