I was born in Johannesburg in the fifties and am a classic baby boomer.

I grew up in the northern suburbs of the city where I went to school and university.

During the political upheavals of the late seventies, I left South Africa and settled in the middle east. There I worked for an international company for some years.

In the eighties I lived and worked in London where I was on contract to the world famous Royal Opera House in Covent Garden.

I returned to my homeland in the mid eighties and became eligible to do military service for two years.

I then spent some twenty years in retail management heading flagship establishments for some of the top local and international designer jewellers.

I began writing and was first published in a book in 2006.

My passion is ...

Experiencing life to the full

I know too much about ...

People and their motivations.

My parents always told me ...

That you must respect life in all its forms and live with humility

My childhood ambition ...

Was to travel to London and live in one of the great cities of the world. I was 20 when I achieved this.

My favorite memory ...

Watching the late Princess Diana leave Clarence House in the glass coach on her way to her wedding with Prince Charles.

Why I write ...

I have had so many extraordinary life experiences that need to be shared.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

I am currently fascinated with the concept and possibility of life outside our planet and reading as much as I can get my hands on. I attend lectures and listen to programs all about it.

My first job ...

In the middle east at a telecommunications company where I met and dealt with movie stars and politicians.

My best moment ...

When given a standing ovation by a crowd after arriving back in the country after an international drama which was personal to me.

My inspiration ...

Is the endless unlimited amazing possibilites that the world has to offer .

Creative Writing > Short Stories Short stories: The housewife mystery

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The Mystery of the Mysterious Housewife

When Morty arrived Anemone was already dead.

As he stood over her, huge tears dropped silently down his grisly cheeks. They collected in a pool on her lifeless body. She lay prone, a little damp and decidedly cold.

He was very sad. They had been together for a lifetime. They had loved and laughed, had children and a lived in a happy home.

Anemone had always kept house. She had been the perfect housewife. Morty's home had been his castle. He never knew how it stayed clean, neat and smelling so sweet.

The funeral was a lovely affair. The coffin, gr...

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