Lifestyles

The Colour Of Me

“Nan, look! He is black”, the little boy called the attention of his grandmother pointing to my son. My ears played a little trick on

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The Stories I heard

I don’t recall reading bedtimes stories when growing up, but, I recall interesting stories that were told. I remember the conversations I heard as a

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The Knots in my Heart.

Of all the love stories I have read and heard, my grandmother’s love story stands out tall above the rest. My grandfather was a merchant

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In The Attic Of My Mind

l have experienced some great losses in my life. With each one came the anguish of loss. The helplessness that came with the loss and

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