A light has gone out on our planet. I'm reminded of a drawing that marked Albert Einstein's death. It was an image of the Earth with a plaque attached to it. I'll change what the plaque said and put "MADIBA LIVED HERE." Whenever I am asked who are my heroes, I have always named him first. How any human being could remain kind and forgiving after 27 years in a hell-hole of a prison for attempting to free his nation and his people from an oppressive regime ... it would be unbelievable except that he did it. I suspect he was a saint. At any rate, our world was blessed the day he was born into it. I'm so glad he lived so long and so sad that he is gone.
I was born in Ireland and grew up in Toronto, Canada with my seven sisters and two brothers. Left home at seventeen to live in a commune, then headed off across Canada with my pal, Carole, and we hitch-hiked around California for months, then back up to Vancouver(Van as we called it then) and across Canada with two more pals, Linda and Peggy. A year later, headed off to Malaysia and Borneo with Jeunesse Canada Monde/Canada World Youth for a year. Baik-lah! Back home, went to Trinity College at the University of Toronto (posh blokes) while also joining the Canadian Naval Reserve as an Officer Cadet. Trained on the east and west coasts of Canada every summer. Great fun. Then what? Hmm. Started to write books, dodgy personal life (that's personal but let's just say it's been a long time between drinks) started to wander around the world, had a darling daughter, settled down in Ireland, wrote more books.