The Voicebox
Blogs for people who lost their voice during their journey with illness and death.
November 11, 2021
I find myself in the chair of the dental hygienist. She is a gifted teacher at heart and usually provides a running commentary for the 40 […]
October 6, 2021
Op ’n goue winterdag was ons twee die bruid en bruidegom,” vertel Annette de la Porte, ’n maatskaplike werker, skrywer van Hou vas aan Hom en […]
September 2, 2021
It is halfway to midnight. Prince Charming starts barking fiercely. I put on my nightgown and switch on the yard light. Cinderella is running up and […]
August 13, 2021
Trigger warning: I am sharing about my inner conflict around my husband’s self-death. It may be upsetting for sensitive readers. Do feel free to skip this […]
July 23, 2021
My Beloved, I broke my favourite tea mug. It was special to me. I found it at a small gift shop in Pretoria and bought my […]
July 10, 2021
My Beloved, I went to visit our girls. They both live in Pretoria now. From the moment that I stepped off the plane at OR Tambo […]
July 2, 2021
I was an adventurer. I boldly went where women seldom went before. With my husband’s blessing, I did business in Africa in the mid-nineties. Our reliable […]
June 25, 2021
My Beloved, your death changed everything. In children’s stories, red cheeks are an indication of robust health. I woke up one morning with a red rash […]
June 18, 2021
𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚, 𝗜𝗡 𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗧𝗘 𝗢𝗙… 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗟𝗟-𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙 𝗚𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗙 Beloved, I made myself some soup to warm me in the chill of winter. When I switched […]