Follow Me On My Journey. From The Page To The Stage. Monday, 15 April 2013. I was awoken by a sharp knock on my door. So sharp and loud that it startled me from my sleep. I almost called out to ask who was there but heard no response. With my heart palpitating and more breath leaving my body than that which was entering, I quickly realised. That there was nobody there. Monday, 18 March 2013.

You may want to stop reading here. What fools these mortals be. Maybe I need to work on my curmudgeonry this year as well. A Special Kind of Sorrow.

A Girl With A Broken Heart Becomes A Woman With A Vision. I absolutely abhor being a statistic. Yet, at 54 years and 10 months of age, here I am. My girlish dream of happily-ever-after in shards. Tell me again how you got greasy orange stains on your sheets? Ironic for the bestselling coauthor of. From Belly Fat to Belly Flat.

Friday, April 3, 2015. This is a test post.