Random thoughts of a happy brain damaged ex actress… Me!
Gym is a different place to different people. A place of torture; a place of fun; a place of embarrassment; a place to ‘strut your stuff’! I have found that it is a great place to keep this squonk body of mine moving. With brain damage it is more difficult to do things. I am
Most of us remember that nursery rhyme: To market, to market, To buy a fat pig, Home again, Home again, Jiggety Jig! I go “to market” every Saturday and while never buying a fat pig I certainly come home each week with a Jiggety Jig in my step! Deon and Kobie Mocke are the architects
“Bible Study” is an inappropriate name for the weekly meetings I attend. That term somehow seems to suggest a serious theological survey of the Bible. “Bible Study” implies that we are comprehending, studying and learning about the meaning and mysteries contained within each and every one of those many pages! Well, yes, at our weekly
The older one gets, the faster time seems to move! I remember my thirtieth birthday party. And that was twenty-two years ago. Twenty-flipping-two years ago! But I remember it clearly. So clearly. Shirley Johnston is one of my closest friends. When I was playing in Camelot we used to share a lift to the State
“Smile the while And while you smile Another smile smiles And after a while There are miles of smiles And life’s worthwhile Because you smiled.” My Gran wrote that for me when I was nine years old. When I think of her, I smile. She was that kind of person. Thinking back on
Remember the diary I mentioned in my last blog? Reading through it bought so many memories back to life……. “DM and Ron to dinner. (DM, aka Dee, is Dad’s cousin and was my aunt, Libby’s varsity friend.) Ron urged me to play my guitar thus sparking off one of the most fun-filled evenings I can
