“If you liked The English Patient you will loveWar Serenade”
— GLENN BENEST - AWARD WINNING SCREENWRITER
The First Time Their Eyes Meet...
The first time their eyes meet they know they’re soul mates. But he’s an Italian POW and she’s on the other side of the razor-sharp fence. Stripped of his operatic stardom and debased in war camps, he can no longer sing. But to see her again, he must find his voice and outsmart the evil camp colonel who, unbeknownst to him, happens to be her spawned . Can true love conquer all? Reserve your copy of this epic literary romance coming early 2018
Growing up in a British Colony, if you had your tonsils out, you could take them home in a jar. But, tonsils became such a commonplace extraction; they were hardly worth the effort.
Lanie loves to sew and to knit, but she never thinks her creations are good enough to wear. Oh, that I was there to tell her otherwise every day, because of …listen to this!
Last time I was home, it was winter in South Africa. My first night Lanie took me to “my” room.
"So, I want you all to meet the woman of my dreams...." I held my breath and felt my heart beating against my throat.
Yes indeed, in his most important moment, my husband-to-be introduced me by the name of his EX wife!
South Africans reign from the gorgeously graceful, just crowned Demi-Leigh Nel-Peters to the handsome and brave Blade Runner, crashing from grace with a gun in his hand. They are my kin by nationality, by birth, by the very air we grew up sharing, so I glow with pride in their accomplishments. Their success is mine.
If you don't believe how closely connected all South Africans are I have a compelling list.
Sara is the best shopping buddy a girl could wish for. She is delightful to be around, has an eye for a bargain and she's always candid, offering the necessary "Hmm, I think that might be a little snug, Jill" so I know to throw whatever it is in the "reject" pile and look for a larger size.
Sara and I were having fun, unaffected by Christmas' long lines and shortened tempers. We were enjoying our bargain hunting.
And then I lost my change purse.
If it wasn’t for my Lanie…I would be hiding the little bit of light I may have under a bushel.
Alana Cairns (aka Lanie) and I found each when we were 13. We spent as few hours apart as possible: if she wasn't at my house, I was at hers, and through our friendship, we discovered our whole selves. I will never feel complete without her...
My father was a demonstrative romantic.
He was handsome, funny and charming in the completely authentic, “I am what I am” kind of way. He had his quirks, like calling a spade “A bloody shovel” and he could have been a terrible flirt too, if he hadn't been so busy chasing after his red-headed gypsy, my mother.
I like to think that I was once a lovely dancer. I have pictures to prove it. All those Benoni Times pictures and articles my mother saved… so I must have been fabulous, right? I hear Charlize Theron, herself a Benoni-ite went to my very own contemporary dance studio. Isn’t that a testament to my teacher’s high standards?
Today I saw Pat, my hairdresser extraordinaire.
My heart was heavy as I walked into her shop. People I cared for had disappointed me. It's life, it happens to all of us, but it still hurts. I came ready to spill my guts and watch her transform me into a new woman all for one reasonable price.
I’ve belonged to a few writing groups over the years and co-founded the SOBs aka Screen Writers of Brevard in 2004, but nothing prepared me for my first STAR meeting.