by Pamela Whitby | Sep 6, 2022 | Memoir, Stories
‘Just to let you know that your portrait is almost finished. Would you be free for a viewing on Saturday morning?’ My stomach lurched. It was a message from the narrative figurative painter Kate Wilson, who is also my dear friend Katy, on a bright sunny morning in...
by Pamela Whitby | Sep 1, 2019 | Memoir
This is difficult. Exactly a month after I last saw my beloved Margaret Ncgobo, she is dead. I had visited her, as I always do when I am in South Africa, before we headed off to Kwa-Zulu Natal’s North Coast for the last week of our holiday. We were, in the...
by Pamela Whitby | Jan 13, 2017 | Memoir
The day my father died, three months ago yesterday, I was at my mother’s house helping her to move out of our family home. It was nearing the end of the two weeks I’d spent with her laughing and crying through the packing up of 40 years of tat, trinkets and family...
