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Back To My Roots
Lovedown Farm, 200 acres in the village of Hockley in Essex, UK, about an hour east of London, was once owned by my great-great-grandparents John
Lovedown Farm, 200 acres in the village of Hockley in Essex, UK, about an hour east of London, was once owned by my great-great-grandparents John
He was right there, about two feet in front of me and three feet off the ground, and boy was he having a ball. Weightless,
Today is VE Day in France, marking the May 8, 1945 unconditional surrender of Nazi Germany to Allied Forces. It did not end WW II,
Each in his own way has embraced its strength, its vitality, its beauty. Far, now, from the chaos and uncertainty of their upbringing, each of
It started with quotes. Funny ones, thoughtful ones, even slightly naughty ones, but always with a bit of wisdom tucked in somewhere. He saved the
(original version of article published Fall 2013 by Health Action Network Society) I knew the minute my husband walked in the door the news was not
(this article was first published in Blvd. magazine, September 2013) If colour is my drug of choice, then the exquisite glass art of the Pacific
“Write something!” he’d say as the bell rang. “Anything you want, just write.” Tall, a bit round-shouldered, obligatory elbow patches on his corduroy jacket and
The sound and light guys were ready to go, the models were pacing nervously backstage, and the huge cavernous firehall echoed with the rising energy