The book will ask this question, What if Zulu blood brothers, one black, one white, one a terrorist, one a South African Defense Force Lieutenant, both tarnished by their own realities during the struggle for power, were to face each other on the battlefield…?Read More
My stage debut was at age 3. It was my first solo but it was the curtsy I practiced, even more than the butterfly number itself.
My ballet teacher took pains to explain how the curtsy was the most important part of the performance. It showed humility and grace whilst receiving applause...Read More
Charlie the rabbit who debuted In "War Serenade" was raised indoors. I remember when we were planning a move to Benoni from Windhoek, my Dad told me gently that 1,441 kilometers was too far for a rabbit to travel in a car...Read More
Shout LOUD if you love it & save a life!
This week my baby was born. She was bouncing and fat, weighing in at a hefty four-hundred and sixty-six printed pages. If you have her on a Kindle Large Print, it will run you 1,350 pages :o)Read More
This week I unwrapped my first book – a tome – 447 pages, in the works for three long years and 14 years before that as a screenplay.
When War Serenade popped out of the Createspace box looking glossy and gorgeous, no other book has ever looked more beautiful...Read More
This week I was struck by kindness. Unsolicited kindness. Unconditional kindness. Now that’s the real stuff.
This week it was my Wolfsister, always one to set an example of kindness. News in South Africa reported from government hospitals that many women are so poor they seldom have blankets in which to take their newborn babies home. Instead, they'd use newspaper or plastic bags...Read More
I was born with a caul. According to my mother, the midwife who delivered me nearly fainted with delight when she saw my caul. Seeing my whole head covered with shimmery coating all the way down to my neck, the midwife cried out, clasping her hands together in delight “She’s a Caulbearer. She has The Gift.”Read More
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!Read More
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.Read More
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.Read More
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...Read More