** To be born in Venezuela in the 1950s was to witness a country transforming at the pace of oil and modernity. For those of us who have crossed the six-decade mark, the very…
** Since I emigrated to Canada in 2010, my palate has grown accustomed to other wonderful flavours, other textures and, above all, to the nostalgia of empty chairs at…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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.…
