“Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen” Johann Wolfgang von Goethe *** It is 2014. Fourteen years past the millennium. Time seems to be moving faster and faster as I grow older. Glory, here I am talking about inconsequential things and wasting more
What were your childhood Christmases like? I’m so lucky. For me, Christmas was the most magical, enchanting time. We spent every Christmas with my Mum’s sister’s family – the Nel’s. There were four daughters in their family, Anne, Margaret, Karen and Judith, plus Liz, Megan and
My mind is full of Madiba. I have been watching TV and he is everywhere. And yet he is gone. In Heaven, our Lord will be saying: “Hey there, good and faithful servant…” I could and should write about him. But there are people better qualified to do that. So in order to turn my
I am about to lead you into the enchanting world of The Strydom Gallery’s 45th Summer Exhibition. The name Strydom is synonymous with top quality SA art, and has been since 1968 when the Gallery was started by art connoisseur Matthys Strydom. Wow, Gaynor must really be clued up on art, you may
In the late 1960’s Andy Warhol predicted that we would all have our 15 minutes of fame. I have had a damn site more than fifteen minutes of fame but for all the wrong reasons! As a result of my accident, fame was thrust upon me and that is not the sort of fame that
“But I don’t understand! Why does she prefers the stuff that comes out of a bottle to…to me?” Shania looked up at Brenda beseechingly. Brenda, a worker at Kidstop, put out her arms and held the little girl close. She sobbed as if her heart would break. “My Mummy holds me like this, when she’s…when
Every afternoon, my hearing appliances come off, I lie down on my bed and I have an hour and a half to two hour sleep. Sometimes I don’t actually sleep. I lie there with my eyes shut and just kind of…drift. I shut down for that time. Since my accident (and resulting TBI), this is
I decided I wanted to move from Durban to Cape Town. I wanted to be near family and my sister, lived there. When I told my parents of this, Mum’s response was: “Gaynor, there’s no way you’d be able to afford a place in Cape Town. The prices are astronomical. Why don’t you rather move
Before my accident Elzabe Zietsman and I put on a cabaret in which we sang and performed short sketches. In one, I told the audience a true story about me and Tobin Shostakovich. Great name, huh? Tobin Shostakovich! But he was known as Toby or Tobe. If I had had my way, he would definitely