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When Dr Alan Quinn returned home from the medical conference in Auckland three days later, his wife met him at the front door. His tall, muscular stature filled the open door frame, while his broad smile seemed to light up the entryway. Unruly hair disguised a man with a razor-sharp intellect that spent most […]
What do you say to a dying friend who tells you she’s frightened? Do you mine the depths of avoidance and distraction, or do you front up with respect and love in the hope of providing some solace, providing […]
Her words of wisdom still guide me today. One of the most notable was the following:
“Before going out anywhere make sure your nipples are aligned.”
Thank you, Mrs Marais!
I know it’s not funny for all those who have breastfed! But when you […]
If it’s anything like my exercising and healthy eating goals, I won’t stand a chance.
But I’ve committed myself to churn out 2,000 words a day on my new book, “Sophia,” which I started in December last year. So far, I am up to 44,000 words. YES, you’re right. I don’t have a life! I need around […]
New Year, New Dare!
That stuff is all done and dusted, it’s sentenced to a fixed way of being, and there’s nothing much you can do about it. Some self-help proponents advise apologising to those you have wronged. I’ve tried it. It works sometimes …
But if you’re into letting go and moving forward, you often don’t need to pick the scab off some failure […]
Book One: Married – Just Not to Each Other.
When Alex Jones’ wife suddenly dies, it makes perfect […]
She leaned down towards me.
‘What is it darling?’ she smiled, a smudge of cake flour across her rosy cheek.
‘Can I have a turn?’
‘Of course,’ she scooped me up into her strong arms, holding me over the earthenware bowl. Rich smells of cinnamon, all spice, raisins and orange peel, saturated my senses. I involuntarily […]
Two policemen trussed-up in navy-blue uniforms with brass buttons glinting in the early morning light growled at me. The one with a ratty moustache introduced himself. I was in shock and didn’t quite catch the name but the second, shorter and bald, barked, ‘Constable Higgins!’
Where the hell was my husband? […]
