The Voicebox

In the nineties we attended a conference where Dr Miles Munroe was the guest speaker. He left an indelible imprint on my life with a story […]

You did not favour public displays of affection. In the last three years you have become so withdrawn that I, on occasion, did something drastic to […]

I want to run into the arena with a big gladiator sword and take on this beast of death. Grab it by its horns in a […]

I love paintings. Art with a message that acts as a declaration. Like this beautiful one of my friend Helena van der Nest. At the moment, […]

Before I was your girlfriend, you fell in love with a guitar. You were a devoted lover and spent three hours a day practising scales, techniques […]

Few things ever match the excitement of getting married. The joy of the engagement – finding your soulmate with whom you want to spend your life. […]

Size matters to me. The size of a teaspoon for the ‘just right’ measurement of coffee. Thesize of the mug. I do not like cups. They […]

Friday night was our pizza and movie night. The night before you died we had pizza and watched the old movie of Forrest Gump which we […]

I loved wearing Issey Miyake perfume. To remember the name was a struggle. Eventually, I linked it to a Kawasaki motorcycle – both are from Japan… […]