Why has my heart always stayed positive?
There was something magnetic about the sound of chalk scraping against the green blackboard. Whilst other children saw algebra as a maze of obstacles or a dead language designed…

There was something magnetic about the sound of chalk scraping against the green blackboard. Whilst other children saw algebra as a maze of obstacles or a dead language designed…
Taking part in the Silver Bloggers’ this week’s challenge has taken me on a journey through time, but my journey is not the same as most people’s. Whilst many recall the colour…
We often talk about the ‘comfort zone’ as that physical or emotional space where we feel safe, but we rarely stop to think about what happens when that zone not only disappears…
When our friends at Silver Bloggers @hive-106316 launched the challenge to talk about our first job, I stared at the screen for a long time.…
Sitting in front of the large window in my home in Canada, I watch the landscape transform with patience that only the years have allowed me to understand. Turning seventy is not…
**It was 1968. At the time, I was a 13-year-old teenager with boundless energy, lofty dreams, and a natural aptitude for numbers that sometimes got me into trouble. I was…
I remember my first day of school as if it were yesterday At my age, lucid, I remember my first day of school as if it were yesterday. That first day of school at the San…
Chronicle of a day that looks set to be perfect My ideal morning does not begin with the shrill sound of an alarm clock, but with silence. A dense, cottony silence, the kind…
Tuning the Instrument: Languages, Piano, and the Pursuit of the Perfect Dream. As winter still blankets my neighbourhood in Ontario in white, and I prepare for the calendar…
In addition to my parents, those special people who are so important to every child, there was a woman named Esperanza, whom I consider my second mother. I don't know how…