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Word Perfect
Delightful words to add to your vocabulary!
Thanksgiving Week
Have you ever tried to celebrate a festival, dear to your heart, in an environment where no one else is celebrating it? I thought I was used to it, having lived in countries that didn’t celebrate Christmas. Thanksgiving is always more difficult. I celebrate it because North American Thanksgivings are the only national holidays I… Continue reading Thanksgiving Week
Sixth sense
Who has and uses a sixth sense? Do you?
Should Grandparents be allowed to say “no”?
The answer is probably “no”. (This is a true story.) The telephone rings. You know that ominous feeling? With trepidation, I (the adult education manager) answer it. “I’m sorry that I’ll have to withdraw from the embroidery class” the voice says. The voice is attached to Mrs Smith, a retired woman who absolutely loves embroidery,… Continue reading Should Grandparents be allowed to say “no”?
Dining Singly
What’s it like to eat alone in a restaurant? Shared experiences from those who did it.
Pilgrimage
Going on a pilgrimage can bring about unexpected changes in one’s life.
They’ve Gone
A local newspaper highlighted the support provided to asylum seekers by the City of Sanctuary. From free amenities to volunteer opportunities, the community invested in their well-being. However, as the asylum seekers were suddenly dispersed across England, concerns arose about their integration. Surprisingly, the asylum seekers faced the transition with excitement and resilience, emphasizing the importance of perspective.
Bread-and-Butter pudding.
You might have missed the publicity for the Dorstone Pudding Event. A shame. Imagine a long table in a village hall, piled high with desserts, waiting to be judged by the hall’s participants, armed with spoons and bowls, as they nestled into the queue to get a taste of each. We – the community choir… Continue reading Bread-and-Butter pudding.
A Community of Displaced People
Alexandria, Egypt. Summer, 1966, during the Six Day War. 4.am. We arose silently, dressed, gathered our meagre belongings and went outside. The police, also silent, led us into their waiting cars, the engines idling softly, ready to move.. Then quietly, quietly, they drove off. They suggested that we duck down if we saw anyone on… Continue reading A Community of Displaced People
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