It has been weeks since I finished reading Sara-Jayne King’s memoir, but it is still swimming around in my brain. The longer it stays there, the more my tears turn from ones of sadness to those of anger. I am quite simply enraged by what happened and the only thing
May is the month of book events, book festivals and a reach out to school children. It is an exciting and important time for readers and writers, new and old. This year, I’ll play a small role in the Franschoek youth week for the first time ever and I couldn’t
Love has been on my mind lately. There are a number of reasons for that. Firstly, my Godson Patrick and his lovely fiancee, Lara, are soon to be married, in Bartolomeo which is very near Verona. Romeo and Juliet spring to mind immediately and a visit to Juliet’s balcony will
Sometimes I wake, after a long peaceful sleep and I don’t remember any of my dreams. But on other mornings I do and if I write them down immediately I give myself the luxury of pondering over possible meanings. This morning I awoke, to a vague memory of a beautiful
Heads up all you shy people out there! I have news for you. Being shy is not a disability. I see you shaking your heads at me. “Easy for you to say,” you’re mumbling. Here’s the thing. I was the shyest kid on the block, at primary school, high school
Source: An Authors evening with Consuelo Roland and Gail Gilbride
Many years ago, when I was teaching at Dominican Grimley School, Sister Paul, the tiny Irish nun who mentored me, asked me to do the impossible. “Please make sure that Tholi gets a cochlear implant!” She flew off to Ireland, secure in the knowledge that I would fulfill her wishes.