Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
I loved speaking on the phone. I used to finish my homework and then I would be on the phone to Alex, Michelle, Angie or Deidre! Mum used to get thoroughly irate with my long conversations to school friends. “Gaynor, you have just spent eight hours at school. You come home and then…phone your school
I am going to speak about something that is incredibly precious to me. Music! What makes this so exciting is that the music involved is an opera. An opera about my Mother and me! Let me tell you how it all came about. Rexleigh Bunyard is a musician-composer and music teacher. Out of
(Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori) On the evening that B and I had planned to spend with Janet Suzman in London, she told us that unfortunately she would be out as she was performing in a concert. I pricked up my ears. “Concert? Would you mind if we came too?” Two tickets were
“There was a magic about the sea. People were drawn to it. People wanted to love by it, swim in it, play in it, look at it. It was a living thing that was as unpredictable as a great stage actor: it could be calm and welcoming, opening its arms to embrace it’s audience one
I placed my foot with sheer terror on what I perceived to be a shifting and sliding mass of gulping sinking sand. To my utter surprise I found that I was not swallowed whole. I discovered that although this landscape was a totally new terrain, it was firm underfoot. I wasn’t sure where the path
PJ Powers is one of the biggest singing sensations in South Africa. I met Penelope twenty four years ago, just after my accident. Let me tell you about it. I was recovering my parents farm. We got a phone call from Maralin Vanrenen asking us if
“The inner fire is the most important thing mankind possesses.” – Edith Södergran Create. What does the word “Create” mean to you? According to the dictionary
“Sometimes, people come up to me when I am knitting and they say things like, “Oh, I wish I could knit, but I’m just not the kind of person who can sit and waste time like that.” How can knitting be wasting time? First, I never just knit; I knit and think, knit and listen,
“Misty, water coloured memories of the way we were…..” Memories. That is how a person lives on once they have left this world. Joan Brickhill died on the 15th January 2014. She led a life that formed so many memories in masses of people’s lives. She is
You might think blogging is simply a matter of writing good articles. Oh no, believe you me, there is more to it than that. One needs to “market” one’s blog, otherwise how else do people know it exists? So to do this, I began an ‘ear ‘ear Facebook Page and
