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How to escape from my refuge!
How to escape from my refuge! Escape?... The question strikes me like a bolt from the blue. Whilst other children of my generation, back in the 1960s, no doubt fantasised…
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My Tactile Journey to Celia and the Grimms.
There are memories that do not enter through the eyes, but remain etched on the fingertips. For many, childhood is a colourful photo album; for me, my first ten years were a…
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The Architect of My Dreams.
I close my eyes and the first sound that comes to mind is not the traffic of present-day Caracas—which now lies miles away—but the rhythmic clang of a trowel against the concrete…
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If time were a thread: The December I would change to save a life.
The question posed to us by the Silver Bloggers community this week has struck me like a distant yet persistent echo. Would you like to be able to relive moments from your past…
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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…
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Beyond the gaze.
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…
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How the abyss became my law school
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…
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The Labyrinth of my First Job.
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.…
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When the Heart is Renewed at Seventy.
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…
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The day Math made me daring.
**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…